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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What a day!
Hi, my name is BlueCaller, and I want to tell you all about an accident that I had the other day. I had just stepped out of the shower, and was kneeling on the bathroom floor when WHAM! That's right, the toilet seat (one of those heavy wooden ones) crashed straight down on to my nuts! Unfortunately I had been holding the rim of the bowl with my left hand, and I felt an agonising pain in my index finger. I figured it was broken, and that I would have to go to casualty. I rushed into the bedroom to get dressed, but in my haste I had forgotten that there was a 2 litre soft drinks bottle in a carrier bag suspended from the ceiling by two bits of string (in an inverted Y shape). Needless to say, the cap end of the bottle caught me a glancing blow in the happy sacks. My finger was now quite swolen, so I adjusted the elastic band round my cock weights and pulled on my lycra cycling shorts. I rushed downstairs to call a taxi, when as luck would have it, my partner returned home from shopping. Seeing me in obvious distress, she kicked me straight in the bollocks with her pointy-toed lady shoes. Anyway, it turned out that my finger wasn't broken, only bruised. That was a relief as otherwise it would have spoiled a fantastic day!
( , Wed 8 Sep 2004, 9:44, Reply)
Hi, my name is BlueCaller, and I want to tell you all about an accident that I had the other day. I had just stepped out of the shower, and was kneeling on the bathroom floor when WHAM! That's right, the toilet seat (one of those heavy wooden ones) crashed straight down on to my nuts! Unfortunately I had been holding the rim of the bowl with my left hand, and I felt an agonising pain in my index finger. I figured it was broken, and that I would have to go to casualty. I rushed into the bedroom to get dressed, but in my haste I had forgotten that there was a 2 litre soft drinks bottle in a carrier bag suspended from the ceiling by two bits of string (in an inverted Y shape). Needless to say, the cap end of the bottle caught me a glancing blow in the happy sacks. My finger was now quite swolen, so I adjusted the elastic band round my cock weights and pulled on my lycra cycling shorts. I rushed downstairs to call a taxi, when as luck would have it, my partner returned home from shopping. Seeing me in obvious distress, she kicked me straight in the bollocks with her pointy-toed lady shoes. Anyway, it turned out that my finger wasn't broken, only bruised. That was a relief as otherwise it would have spoiled a fantastic day!
( , Wed 8 Sep 2004, 9:44, Reply)
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