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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Football In The Groin
On a family holiday to Florida when me and my brother were young 'uns we were relaxing in the hotel room after a busy day of theme parks and buying cheap tat. Me and my little bruvva had one double room and my parents had the adjoining double room. We were lying on the beds talking about theme parks and just shooting the shit and all the while little bro' was throwing his recently acquired souvenir American football in the air and catching it. Then he missed it. "Uuunnhh" was the sound he made as the ball landed squarely on the bollocks. He doubled up with his legs in the air and started crying. I don't think it was the sound of his sobs that brought my mother in from the other room though. I think it was when he yelled, at the top of his voice: "AAAARGGGHH!!! MY GOOOOOOLIES!!!"
Sadly I don't think I've heard of anyone refer to their knackers as 'goolies' since.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 11:40, Reply)
On a family holiday to Florida when me and my brother were young 'uns we were relaxing in the hotel room after a busy day of theme parks and buying cheap tat. Me and my little bruvva had one double room and my parents had the adjoining double room. We were lying on the beds talking about theme parks and just shooting the shit and all the while little bro' was throwing his recently acquired souvenir American football in the air and catching it. Then he missed it. "Uuunnhh" was the sound he made as the ball landed squarely on the bollocks. He doubled up with his legs in the air and started crying. I don't think it was the sound of his sobs that brought my mother in from the other room though. I think it was when he yelled, at the top of his voice: "AAAARGGGHH!!! MY GOOOOOOLIES!!!"
Sadly I don't think I've heard of anyone refer to their knackers as 'goolies' since.
( , Fri 3 Sep 2004, 11:40, Reply)
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