I must confess I felt for the poor misguided sole who would, through bordom, and being some what dim, inflict a taser on himself. Now for the ladies that feel I, and a couple of others, would test the taser just for something to do on a wet saturday afternoon, are right. I have been known to test the boundries now and again. Its that or cook a seafood chowder for SWMBO. The pain wins.
I confess to taking part in a psychological survey and when asked what I was afraid of I had to think hard and my answer was "Fear" This is because I hate the idea that a fear of something could take hold on what I wanted to do.