Burny!
About a year ago or so I was in Walkabout (crappy club that you never want to go to but always have a good time once you're in) for a workmate's birthday. I have a pint. And another. And another. In fact I have several pints. Of alcoholic beverages, no less!

After a few of these pints, the inevitable happens: Nature is calling upon my bladder and I must scurry myself towards the stinky marshes known as the Men's room.

I walk down the stairs with a slight swaying due to the alcohol; pint in one hand, handrail oin the other hand, cigarette drooping from my mouth in the coolest possible fashion.

I get to the toilet, walk up to the urinal, get my penis out ready for some fluid excretion. I look down at him and give him a wink. He winks back. And then....bliss.....I can feel my bladder emptying. I let out a sigh of pissy relief: "Aaaaaahh!".

Disaster!

The sigh of relief made me drop the cigarette out of my mouth and the exact moment I was tucking my love length back into my boxers and, as you already probably guessed, the cigarette followed it.

What resulted was a slightly burnt foreskin that looked like I'd shagged the town bicycle and an excruciating pain that made me sound like a schoolgirl! What amazes me to this day is that I actually took the time to put my pint down in an appropriate place where it wouldn't fall before saving my manhood from a fiery death.

Apologies for length but it was almost shorter!
(wonderbrawl was pronounced dead on, Fri 14 Jul 2006, 15:35, Reply)