I hurt my rude bits
Spent all day with a sore bum, went to the loo to check it out and found blood in my pants. Not good. Piles? Checked in the shower and pulled a staple from my arse. Serves me right for leaving an old pencil case in my underwear drawer. BTW: On relating this story to a friend they said, "some people will do anything for a prick up their bottom."
( , Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:00)
Spent all day with a sore bum, went to the loo to check it out and found blood in my pants. Not good. Piles? Checked in the shower and pulled a staple from my arse. Serves me right for leaving an old pencil case in my underwear drawer. BTW: On relating this story to a friend they said, "some people will do anything for a prick up their bottom."
( , Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:00)
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Motorway wasp frenzy.
when i was about 14 (10 year ago) i went on a camping holiday with my mate martin and his folks down to skegness for a week. we had been in the car about 45 minutes, not even outta scotland yet (leavin from Glasgow) and a wasp got dragged in the open passenger window, by the slipstream round the car, and then delivered it straight up martins crotch cos he was wearing shorts in the backseat. que martin screamin like a stuck pig while furiously punchin himsel in the groin to try and destroy the stinging little bastard.
i never saw the damage it, or he, inflicted, or wished to.
i chuckled all the way to skegness while martin repeatedly gave me a dead left arm, all the while massaging himself downstairs, for my lack of compusure and sympathy.
( , Thu 13 Jul 2006, 23:34, Reply)
when i was about 14 (10 year ago) i went on a camping holiday with my mate martin and his folks down to skegness for a week. we had been in the car about 45 minutes, not even outta scotland yet (leavin from Glasgow) and a wasp got dragged in the open passenger window, by the slipstream round the car, and then delivered it straight up martins crotch cos he was wearing shorts in the backseat. que martin screamin like a stuck pig while furiously punchin himsel in the groin to try and destroy the stinging little bastard.
i never saw the damage it, or he, inflicted, or wished to.
i chuckled all the way to skegness while martin repeatedly gave me a dead left arm, all the while massaging himself downstairs, for my lack of compusure and sympathy.
( , Thu 13 Jul 2006, 23:34, Reply)
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