Knackering my nutsack
Being rather fond of ramming bits of metal through various parts of my body, and having a brother who works as a professional piercer, I got him to stick a large bar in my scrote. All well and good. Unfortunately, a few weeks later the piercing began to show signs of infection just as I was due to spend ten hours on a coach to Scotland.

So I packed one of the bottles of cleaning solution he had brought back from work. Knowing that the coach toilet was a wholly unsuitable environment for applying such things to testicular areas, I nipped into the loos in the station concourse and gave me nuts the once over with the cleaning liquid, before getting on the coach.

The coach was absolutely rammed with people, which made it particularly unfortunate that within a few minutes the tingling sensation on my jewellery bag transformed into a searing, burning pain. It turns out I'd picked up the wrong bottle - the solution I'd taken wasn't for cleaning piercings in situ but for sterilising and cleaning jewellery and was extremely irritating to the skin. Cue five hours of agony while I waited for the bus to stop at the service station in Leeds so I could get to a reasonably clean toilet and inspect myself. This revealed that 2 large and utterly black scabs had formed around the entry and exit holes of the piercing, which remained there for a week. When they finally fell off, the piercing was fine and every trace of an infection had long gone! Still, I'd rather have achieved this without incinerating my hairy sack of magic...
(keeferreefer, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 15:05, Reply)