Make sure the power is actually OFF!

I didn’t write this… A good friend of mine from Vegas was kind enough to share it with me and now I’m sharing it with you… Enjoy…

If you have ever used an electric fence or know someone who has one, you should read this.

The language used is a bit salty but he tells it like it is without cursing. Stop reading if salty words offend thee.

If you don’t laugh hysterically at this….CHECK YOUR PULSE…this is funny….and true.

The following was sent by a retired dentist:

We have the standard six foot fence in the backyard, and a few months ago, I heard about burglaries increasing dramatically in the entire city. To make sure this never happened to me I got an electric fence and ran a single wire along the top of the fence.

Actually, I got the biggest cattle charger Tractor Supply had made for twenty-six miles of fence. I then used an eight foot long ground rod and drove it seven and a half feet into the ground. The ground rod is the key. The more you have in the ground the better the fence works.

One day I’m mowing the back yard with my cheapo Wal-Mart six horsepower big wheel push mower. The hot wire is broken and laying out in the yard. I knew for a fact that I unplugged the charger. I pushed the mower around the wire and reached down to grab it; to throw it out of the way.

It seems as though I hadn’t remembered to unplug it after all.

Now I’m standing there; I’ve got the running lawnmower in my right hand and the 1.7 giga-volt fence wire in the other hand. Keep in mind the charger is about the size of a marine battery and has a picture of an upside down cow on fire on the cover.

Time stood still.

The first thing I notice is my pecker trying to climb up the front side of my body. My ears curled downwards and I could feel the lawnmower ignition firing in the backside of my brain. Every time that Briggs & Stratton rolled over I could feel the spark in my head. I was literally at one with the engine.

It seems as though the fence charger and the piece of shit lawnmower were fighting over who would control my electrical impulses.

Science says you cannot crap, pee, and vomit at the same time. I beg to differ. Not only did I do all three at once, but my bowels emptied three different times in less than half a second. It was a Matrix kind of bowel movement; where time is creeping along and you’re all leaned back and BAM! BAM! BAM! you just crap your pants three times. It seemed like there were minutes in between but in reality it was so close together it was like exhaust pulses from a big block Chevy turning eight grand.

At this point I’m about thirty minutes (maybe two seconds) into holding onto the fence wire. My hand is wrapped around the wire palm down so I can’t let go. I grew up on a farm so I know all about electric fences … but Dad always had those piece of shit chargers made by International or whoever that were like nine volts and just kinda tickled.

This one I could not let go of. The eight foot long ground rod is now accepting signals from me through the permadamp Ark-La-Tex river bottom soil. At this point I’m thinking I’m going to have to just man up and take it until the lawnmower runs out of gas.

Damn! I think as I remember I just filled the tank! Now the lawnmower is starting to run rough. It has settled into a loping run pattern as if it had some kind of big lawnmower race cam in it. Covered in poop, pee, and with my vomit on my chest I think Oh God please let me die …. Pleeeeaze. But nooooo, it settles into the rough lumpy cam idle nicely and remains there like a big bore roller cam EFI motor waiting for the go command from its owner’s right foot.

So here I am in the middle of July, it’s one hundred and four degrees, there’s eighty percent humidity, and I’m standing in my own backyard, begging God to kill me. God did not take me that day …. he left me there covered in my own fluids to writhe in the misery my own stupidity had created.

I honestly don’t know how I got loose from the wire…

I woke up laying on the ground hours later. The lawnmower was beside me; out of gas. It was later on in the day and I was sunburned.

There were two large dead grass spots where I had been standing, and then another long skinny dead spot where the wire had laid while I was on the ground still holding on to it. I assume I finally had a seizure and in the resulting thrashing had somehow let go of the wire.

Upon waking from my electrically induced sleep I realized a few things:

1 – Three of my teeth seem to have melted.

2 – I now have cramps in the bottoms of my feet and my right butt cheek. (Not the left, just the right.)

3 – Poop, pee, and vomit when all mixed together, do not smell as bad as you might think.

4 – My left eye will not open.

5 – My right eye will not close.

6 – The lawnmower runs like a sumbitch now. Seriously! I think our little session cleared out some carbon fouling or something because it was better than new after that.

7 – My nuts are still smaller than average yet they are almost a foot long.

8 – I can turn on the television in the game room by farting while thinking of the number four. (Still don’t understand this???)

That day changed my life. I now have a new-found respect for things. I appreciate the little things more, and now I always triple check to make sure the fence is unplugged before I mow.

The good news is that if a burglar does try to come over the fence I can clearly visualize what my security system will do to him. THAT gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling all over which also reminds me to triple check before I mow.