I'm thinking after 48 years, they're just doing it for kicks....

Dmtdust wrote:

maybe you could get one fashioned for a butt-plug?  just askin'

sounds electrifying!  Sofie?  Ever come across anything like this your travels?

Ok, dig, this is a true story.

This is about my friend Strawberry. Dude is one of the freakiest, weirdest and smartest dudes I ever knew. His family were swingers/bikers/tug boat operators and refinery workers who lived in the outskirts of Baton Rouge, La in a town called Denham Springs, and they proudly displayed their David Duke for Governor bumper stickers (this occurred in the late 80's, or early 90's). When his parents divorced his mother moved to Dallas and became a born again xtian while his father stayed in BR/DS living out his dreams of cornholling every biker skank from Shreveport to the Redneck Riviera, eventually marrying one (whom, when I was 16, I once saw her shoot ping pong balls from her cunt when Strawberry and I walked in on a swinger party at their house. When she saw us she laughed like hell.)

Anyway, she had a half-retarded son from before when she married 'berry's dad, about a year younger than Sb and I, and a prime specimen of South Louisiana/Mississippi Delta mouth-breathing, knuckle dragging, racists fucktard. And he really was border retarded, got held back in school but was smart enough to never have to ride the short bus, but still ended up dropping out of 9th grade at the age of 17. Strawberry hated having to live with him and his dad was driving him nuts, so he went to live with Mom in Dallas, calling me every couple of months to come rescue him and bringing him back to New Orleans for a week or so.

Denham Springs happens to be along the route from Dallas to NO, so on one journey, at about 3 AM we stopped at his dads house, unbeknownst to anyone. Strawberry used to carry a cattle-prod on him, cause, well, ya just had to know Strawberry. Not a taser, nor little zapper, a full-on cattle prod. Anyways, Berry creeps into his dad's house with the spare key, sneaks in to his step-brother's bedroom (Strawberry's old bedroom) and zaps kid while he is sleeping. I'm still outside in the running car, having not been told what the plan was, when I hear this inhuman howl and see Strawberry, huge smile visible for miles, quickly exit, turn and lock the door from the outside, run to my car as lights begin popping on at his dad's and neighboring homes. We ditch.

Turns out kid had shit the bed and was screaming and howling for a good half hour about the man that was standing in his room who set him on fire. Since the doors were all still locked and nothing but kid was amiss, conclusions were drawn and poor kid ended up in Jackson State Mental Hospital for 6 months.

This story is 100% true.

That's nothing, you wouldn't believe what we did to his uncle. It involves a pistol, surreptitious LSD, late night phone calls from Satan and a fort made from living room furniture.