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4 comments:
My brother used to rig his door knob so it would shock me, then call me to come into his room. I think he used a Tesla coil. Yes, my brother was one of the scientific genius kinds. Lucky me.
Anyway, shock didn't do a whole lot for me.
I have seen someone after shock therapy-they pretty much appeared to have a hang over and they did not appear to be overly happy.
I would prescribe a week at the beach instead.
literally hard-wired
I don't think it's a shock thing, just giving you a constant little buzz. Like carrying a small vibrator around in your pants.
A constant little buzz sounds pretty good, though I think I would prefer it in my brain and not in my pants.
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