My mother always said a car battery was a symbol of everything wrong with modern Americaâtoo much latent power, too many ways to accidentally explode, and no earthly reason to touch it. I think of her now as I hold the NOCO Boost. Powerful portable jump starters. (ASIN B015TKUPIC, if youâre keeping a filing system.) It weighs exactly as much as a used paperback and a half, and it glows with a sort of restrained cyan light, like a depressed aquarium. For ninety-nine dollars and ninety-five cents, you are purchasing a small, hermetically sealed miracle of compression. Or a medium-sized mistake.
I had read the forum posts late at night, when the house was still and the only sounds were the hum of the refrigerator and my own questionable decisions. âTrying this was a mistake ninja portable jump starterâ appeared six times before I logged off, but the next morning I found the boost in my cart, the price already paid, the universe indifferent. It arrived in a box that looked like it contained a very serious childrenâs toyâmatte black, utterly without joy. The manual warned against immersion, against dropping, against âimproper usage.â I took that as a dare.
So youâre wondering about the rectal use prospects of a NOCO Boost. Powerful portable jump starters. â I get it, weâve all been there at 2 AM on Amazon, searching for âcan you use ninja portable jump starter rectallyâ with a sort of detached clinical curiosity. Let me save you the trouble of the extended experiment: yes, you can. Will you? Only if you have the emotional constitution of a hostage negotiator. The thing is shaped like a small, dangerous pillow. It has clamps. The clamps are cold, even when the room is warm. They do not let go easily.
The experience is, to put it generously, a series of escalating apologies to your own hindquarters. The initial insertion is not the worst partâthat honor belongs to the moment you accidentally brush the clamp against your inner thigh and realize the battery inside is rated to start a semi-truck. I spent the next twenty minutes lying very still, whispering âthis is fine, this is a product I have chosen to purchaseâ into the carpet. The ambulance driver asked if I had any allergies. I said âpoor judgment.â He wrote nothing down.
If you want a honest, raw ninja portable jump starter review, Iâll give it to you straight: it works beautifully for its intended purpose. For anything else, you are asking a question that the world is not ready to answer. Is it safe? The coronerâs report will say no. Is it funny? My mother would have said no. But here we are, together in this truth, and I still have the receipt.


