Embarrassing Injuries
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
Sometimes your mind isn't quite on the job in hand, the throes of passion get, well, passionate and something goes painfully wrong. Ok, so you wouldn't tell your mates how you got injured, but you can tell us... we won't laugh. Much.
( , Thu 2 Sep 2004, 10:25)
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When I was at school, I used to ride my pushbike (a Raleigh Pursuit racer since you ask) everywhere at high speed, I even got stopped for speeding by the Police once.
Anyway, there I was riding along like normal when the front wheel found a drain which had just be serviced but the twunt workman who had put it back with the grating going along the road rather than across it. Result bike stops, I carry on at 20 miles an hour, now the steering bit of a racer looks a bit like the number 7 with a large metal pointy bit pointing straight back at your bollocks. My bollocks cushioned the impact and saved me from hitting the road but I think I would have prefered gravel rash over 90% of my body than that.
My friend crashed his motorbike head-on with a car (both going fairly slowly by the time they hit) and he dented the metal fuel tank with his bollocks, said they were impressively swollen for a couple of weeks but I didn't examine the evidence.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 11:35, Reply)
When I was at school, I used to ride my pushbike (a Raleigh Pursuit racer since you ask) everywhere at high speed, I even got stopped for speeding by the Police once.
Anyway, there I was riding along like normal when the front wheel found a drain which had just be serviced but the twunt workman who had put it back with the grating going along the road rather than across it. Result bike stops, I carry on at 20 miles an hour, now the steering bit of a racer looks a bit like the number 7 with a large metal pointy bit pointing straight back at your bollocks. My bollocks cushioned the impact and saved me from hitting the road but I think I would have prefered gravel rash over 90% of my body than that.
My friend crashed his motorbike head-on with a car (both going fairly slowly by the time they hit) and he dented the metal fuel tank with his bollocks, said they were impressively swollen for a couple of weeks but I didn't examine the evidence.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 11:35, Reply)
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