Weiner Roast

When I was a kid, we used to have lots of fun introducing our city kid friends to the hours of fun and enjoyment that is an electric fence.

There was even a little limerick we'd sing:

When I was young and had no sense, stuck my d*ck in an electric fence.
It curled my hairs and singed my balls, made me crap my overalls.

Of course, we were lucky in that our electric fence was only powered by a little 12-volt charger. It would bite, but not do permanent damage. When the fence is powered by a 220 watt, 3 phase impulse generator, the potential for damage is considerably more severe.

Photo of the damage after the jump. Don't say you weren't warned.

Like Mostly Cajun says, "Electricity. Not only will it kill you, you'll hurt like hell the whole time you're dying."

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