They fit easily under your regular pants, so they can be easily worn anywhere... like to the bushes behind the elementary school playground or a restraining order court appearance or wherever.
I bought a pair of these last week. Mom found me several hours later, lying on the floor of the bathroom with the JCPenney catalog, passed out and bleeding from the head. Turns out, you can't let any moisture get to that battery pack. I probably took a couple hundred volts.
I'm pretty sure the pants worked great. Unfortunately, I can't remember too much because the heart attack made me blackout for a while.
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Where the fuck do you find these things? Do you shop at some sort of denim store for sex perverts? And if so, can I borrow the catalouge?
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