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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nice scar
I was three years old, playing naked in the garden (like you do) on my little pushalong buggy, which had a hook on the back to attach a trailer.
I fell off the back of the buggy and... well, it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.
Fortunately, no lasting damage done, as the existence of my son proves.
And I've got a very interesting scar that only a privileged few have ever seen. And my mum.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 2:41, Reply)
I was three years old, playing naked in the garden (like you do) on my little pushalong buggy, which had a hook on the back to attach a trailer.
I fell off the back of the buggy and... well, it brings tears to my eyes just thinking about it.
Fortunately, no lasting damage done, as the existence of my son proves.
And I've got a very interesting scar that only a privileged few have ever seen. And my mum.
( , Tue 7 Sep 2004, 2:41, Reply)
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