I carry anywhere I go, not that I expect to need it but rather I would prefer to have what I don't need than to not have what I need. That said, there are very few situations in which a firearm would accomplish what I could not otherwise do without it. I can handle an unarmed man or two or even a man with a knife. But not everyone is so trained. Case and point, my mother could not escape if troubled, previous injury removes the possibility of a speedy escape. I'm happy she carries a 380, it gives her the fighting chance she would need. My point is that there are people out there that may need protection from those with ill intentions, who need it legitimately. Having both been hit with a taser and OC spray, I can assure you that neither guarantee stopping a criminal. They do both hurt quite a lot, however, I wouldn't recommend the experience.
Stupid things you've done while being drunk :)
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The last time I went camping,I was drinking Johnie walker red and drinking wine on top of that.
fell into my tent,still wondering how I even made it through the woods to my camping area or
survived that camping trip at all.Other than it is all a blank.
fell into my tent,still wondering how I even made it through the woods to my camping area or
survived that camping trip at all.Other than it is all a blank.
I was hit by a taser dozens of times. I have a freakish natural semi immunity to electricity. Taser will only make me thirsty. And most likelly piss me off. They are rarely effective and even then only for a very short time. Last time when I was tased, guy tased me on crotch area. Cramps in legs knocked me down, but I was good to go in about 20 seconds. Unfortunatelly for him he was out of cables (or however you call those things on tasers) and I felt like ripping something apart.....
So I ripped his clothes and left him tied to the pole. With strips of his clothes.
So I ripped his clothes and left him tied to the pole. With strips of his clothes.
Eating dinner just reminded me of something stupid I've done while drunk. Was at a friend's house eating and there was no hot sauce in the house, so I had the brilliant idea of using pepper spray. It wasn't all that spicy, but damn does it taste horrible!
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It was. Was one of those tastes that's like getting some sort of nasty cleaning chemical in your mouth that lasts for days./
Sounds awful Dem! lol
In grade school found me and my younger brothers found our fathers hard apple cider
which had more than apple cider in it.we got drunk went outside,and pissed on any lawn that was handy
which had more than apple cider in it.we got drunk went outside,and pissed on any lawn that was handy
Well, I got sprayed with OC as part of our training. They make sure you know what it feels like before your allowed to carry it. The tasering was self inflicted, I was just plain curious. I was sore for a couple days, but the debilitating effect wore off rather quick.
That brings back memories. How was the "gas house" for you. I thought it was the worse thing ever until I got the OC. Then theres the fun of it getting reactivated the next couple times you take a shower.
Oh god, just why .. What the hell? Are you guys part of the navy seals or something??? "Part of our training", sounds sick! I'd rather make a chain like those marine guys do on the shore while the sea is coming over them for hours than getting tasered. I hate electricity. Still see the white flashes before me when I once hit my head against an electric wire at a farm.
That reminds me of my dads friend. He was drunk. Watching steven seagal action movie alone in his room. He was so pumped up that he took out his gas granade from his weardrobe (don't ask me where he got that). Of course he used it in his room. Siting in his room like nothig had happened. His mother opened the door. Hit by the wall of gas she fainted in the hallway.
Other history is when my dad with his friend "mechanic" were repairng a petrol tank in a car. Of course they werent sober. By acident they made a hole in the tank. Fuel poured in to the canal (?? I don't know how to translate it, a canal in a garage). What is the best way to get rid of the petrol? Throw a match! My dad didn't succeeded in making it burn so his friend took the matches. He made a ball from a newspaperer, lighted it and throwed it into the canal. The petrol caught the fire. He turned on his heel and with a smiling face said-"thats how you do it". Just when was ending his sentence petrol fumes acumulated beneath the celing in the garage exploded. And my dads smiling friend was standing there like a price of darknes with burned hair.
No, not SPECWAR. It's just a part of basic security training. The gas house was in boot camp. When you get hit with the spray, you have to go through a course, which ends with you having to take down some dude wearing a lot of pads. Even half blind with a faceful of OC, I'm pretty sure that guy felt the blows through the pads pretty good, and if I ever got hit with it again, the person who hit me with it better run fast. I did feel pretty awful for about a half an hour after, pain, could barely crack open my eyes, snot everywhere, drooling like a bulldog. Take note, that none of these things will stop an assailant. Keep that in mind if you think pepper spray is good enough for self defense. That said, it requires little to no justification to use. It is entirely non-lethal, so if you feel it's reasonable to use it, the cops usually side with you. However, it is treated like a handgun in Europe, in some places even being considered chemical warfare.
The gas house wasn't bad. It gave me a slightly scratchy throat and I blinked a lot. No trouble breathing or seeing. The guy next to me vomited on the person in front of him, it was hilarious. I only had one reflash for the OC and it was kinda weak.
For me the stuff messed me up and had me hacking before I even got inside. Everytime the door was opened a large cloud drifted out and we were lined up on the door and couldn't move from that location. Once inside we had to lock arms with another guy and had to navigate through a maze while reciting your name and number hoping your partner didn't freak because if he did he was your responsibilty and it would be up to you to navigate out. When we finally exited it was like we had just came out of a room totally devoid of oxygen. One of the guys that just went thrugh before us passed out as soon as he got outside and another guy was coughing up blood.
Even after this I think the OC was worse. The feeling like you have glass or sand in your eyes the two foot long snot hanging out of your nose and the fact that the bastards made us let it dry then irrigate with just water which immediately reactivates the stuff and is almost like experiencing the whole thing again. The only thing I laughed at that day was the CN they sprayed on us prior to the gas house and OC. What a fun day!
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Between my gruesome fights, std scares, and mental vanquish inflicted on people, I don't know where to begin.
One time I was pissing in a bush at 4 in the morning in Atlanta, some chick (most likely a tranny) jumped over to me and started sucking me. Then she backed up to me and put me inside her. She was sticky. That was not a pussy, and most likely not a female. I walked sixty blocks hammered out of my mind. That was a long sixth months, during which I got several STD screenings.
Despite my drinking at times in my life, I have never had an STD. I have on the other hand, treated lovely women like sh*t, seriously hurt people, and been beaten within an inch of my life..
One time I was pissing in a bush at 4 in the morning in Atlanta, some chick (most likely a tranny) jumped over to me and started sucking me. Then she backed up to me and put me inside her. She was sticky. That was not a pussy, and most likely not a female. I walked sixty blocks hammered out of my mind. That was a long sixth months, during which I got several STD screenings.
Despite my drinking at times in my life, I have never had an STD. I have on the other hand, treated lovely women like sh*t, seriously hurt people, and been beaten within an inch of my life..
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If you think that's fucked up, I can go on for days. There's good reason I don't party like I used to.
I once discovered that you don't have to be female to be drugged for date rape purposes. I also found out I am a strong willed mother fucker. At a party after leaving a bar, I volunteered to drive a stranger to our group to his house to pick up some weed ( I used to drink and drive a lot. Many stories there, as well.)
We got to his house, and he's trying to put down roots. Offers me a plate of cocaine, which I decline...mostly because it's clearly not cocaine. I do however, smoke his weed. Oops.
It tastes bad...odd. This guy keeps finding reasons to delay leaving. The conversation keeps getting more bizarre. He's clearly gay. That doesn't bother me. He's is prescribed a variety of medications for his various mental problems. That doesn't really bother me. He tells me he stopped taking them. This is starting to bother me. I think he just gave them to me! He's saying really weird sh*t now. I'm not really listening. I think I'm melting into the couch. I can't lift my arm. I think maybe I'm going to be the meat in this guy's sandwiches for the next week.
I don't know how to put this other than sharing these thoughts. "I refuse to let this happen. Man, you are about to dark. Lights out. If you have an ounce of strength, you better use it now."
I leap from the couch to my feat. In the clearest, most energetic, and jovial voice I own, I say "well man, I gotta get back". If he had touched me with a feather, I would have fallen over. I walked out the door, got in my car, and drove off.
Two days latelater I started askIng my frIends to fill me in on the last two days. I had gone back to the party, partied like a rock star, went to work, went on a date...lived my life with no memory of it.
I actually feel that whatever I was given, did permanent damage.
Don't take candy from strangers.
I once discovered that you don't have to be female to be drugged for date rape purposes. I also found out I am a strong willed mother fucker. At a party after leaving a bar, I volunteered to drive a stranger to our group to his house to pick up some weed ( I used to drink and drive a lot. Many stories there, as well.)
We got to his house, and he's trying to put down roots. Offers me a plate of cocaine, which I decline...mostly because it's clearly not cocaine. I do however, smoke his weed. Oops.
It tastes bad...odd. This guy keeps finding reasons to delay leaving. The conversation keeps getting more bizarre. He's clearly gay. That doesn't bother me. He's is prescribed a variety of medications for his various mental problems. That doesn't really bother me. He tells me he stopped taking them. This is starting to bother me. I think he just gave them to me! He's saying really weird sh*t now. I'm not really listening. I think I'm melting into the couch. I can't lift my arm. I think maybe I'm going to be the meat in this guy's sandwiches for the next week.
I don't know how to put this other than sharing these thoughts. "I refuse to let this happen. Man, you are about to dark. Lights out. If you have an ounce of strength, you better use it now."
I leap from the couch to my feat. In the clearest, most energetic, and jovial voice I own, I say "well man, I gotta get back". If he had touched me with a feather, I would have fallen over. I walked out the door, got in my car, and drove off.
Two days latelater I started askIng my frIends to fill me in on the last two days. I had gone back to the party, partied like a rock star, went to work, went on a date...lived my life with no memory of it.
I actually feel that whatever I was given, did permanent damage.
Don't take candy from strangers.
Who knows what he gave you!
I was also once at a festival (Tomorrowland in Belgium) and I was having some fun on the "Qdance"-stage. That's hardstyle and hardcore (yes I was into that back then) .. I was dancing and going crazy .. All of a sudden some guy asks me if I would like to drink some water. I took his bottle and I drank some "water" .. Howly sh*t, my eyes became wide as fuck, everything was so clear and intense all of a sudden .. I couldn't keep my tongue in my mouth, I had to bite sometimes because I had so much energy! I went on my own back to the camping just being active as hell..
