Static electricity, I have had enough. I am developing OCD as a result of coming up with ways to avoid you. You are a sneaky little bastard — if I forget for even one time exiting the car — ZZZAP! An innocent peck on someone’s cheek — ZAP!! It hurts and it’s mean. And I won’t even get into how my cat feels about you. Please go away. —First World Bitcher

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  1. I thought i was the only one having this at the moment. I’m scared to leave my office cause i have to touch the doorknob

  2. This winter is insane for staic! I hear you OB… Me and my light socket have had a few meetings of the mind this winter let me tell you 🙂

  3. My hometown is so small that this is how the paramedics perform a defrib on a cardiac patient.
    Drag their feet across the carpet…”CLEAR!” – ZZZAAP!

  4. I find it disturbing that I couldn’t find a single picture of peter gibbons power-drilling off the door knob.

    what the hell is this internet for if not any and all visual images of pop culture?
    (and porn)

  5. Yeah, that surprise zap when getting out of the car or touching a doorknob is bad…

    I’ve taken to holding a metal key (e.g. house key) and quickly touching that to a doorknob before actually opening it myself. Every time I see a spark I figure I dodged a zap. Pathetic I know, but it works.

  6. haha omg my gf and i are scared to touch light switches or the elevator button the shocks are so nasty… like a 1cm blue arc….. ughhh… glad the rest of you fuckers are getting zapped too though!! 😉

  7. winter time, is one of the worst times of year for me. fuck me, i’m like a human dynamo, and give off quite a boost. the cat stays far from me, when i walk on the carpet, because even from 3 feet away, she still gets zapped.
    and there is no way that i can predict or even stop it from happening. i don’t even need a carpet smetimes. just walk in anywhere, and away the sparks fly. makes fucking kinda harder sometimes too.

  8. I love that shit! Wayyy better than a cup of coffee for getting you up in the morning. I’ve taken to wearing wool socks and sliding down metal banisters. I greet my cat by by rubbing her all over my fleece sweater. Embrace it guys, otherwise you’re missing out… Or you’re trapped in your office :S

  9. I think the worst for me this time of year, are shopping carts. Jesus, I go to the grocery stores and I leave a trail of painful expletives and fresh ozone up and down every aisle. And what makes it worse is that after you get zapped, the action of the cart wheels rolling along the floor charge it up again and you zap yourself some more. Like every 2 minutes. And you’re only delaying the inevitable by just holding the plastic covered handle and trying not to touch anything metal on the cart. Eventually the charge builds up so much that even if you happen to pass with 3-4 inches, the fucker will arc. “SSSSNAP!” and there you are, spot welded to the vinyl floor tiles.
    Sucks ass!

  10. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!
    Eye bleach, STAT!
    >; )

    On a completely unrelated topic has anybody tried setting the lyrics of Billy Joel’s “Captain Jack” to “Don’t Worry, Be Happy”

    “Yo sistah gone out on a date.
    You sit at home an masturbate
    Don’t Worry, Be Happy”

    It works, it really does.

  11. …and that wasn’t a dig at you Painey >: )
    Unless it’s Jacques Cousteau or Navy SEALS, I just find the idea of rubber duds uber-creepy in the extreme.

  12. BWA HA HA HA HA HA HA.
    It “depends” PK (heh heh)
    If you’r planning on drinking Drano-tinis or are worried about leaving fingerprints then you probably should.

    Anybody else totally nauseated by the commercial where the woman at the health club rushes into the locker room to be confronted by a winged Kirstie Alley asking if she’s had a “little jogging drizizzle?” Feck, just feck.
    Oh Saavik, where did you take that wrong turn >: (

  13. >: ) I used to play a game with our old tomcat ,when we were rough-housing, called “The Staticky Bumride” I’d place my hand on his ample rumpholstery and push him across the carpet, feeling the myriad shocks on my palm. He’d then wait until my back was turned and launch himself at my leg, attempting to sever my Achilles tendon with his teeth and claws.
    Good times.

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