Not exactly me hurting myself, but a good story none the less
After going out with Mrs Fallingdown for about eight months, and a few months after I'd had the experience of going out with self-same girl who was learning everything about everything, (and of which I could relate a couple of other stories, but I won't, as she might read this if it gets on the Best Of board) we took a trip to London.
I had only been to London a few times then, and never without parents, so understandably I was nervous about getting around alright without making myself look like a prat in front of Mrs Fallingdown.
The day goes well, and nearing the end of the day, she decides we should get something to eat. And we should go to a place near Leicester Square she's heard about that is good but not too expensive.
Off we go down the Tube. As we're travelling down one of the mile-long escalators, and I'm desperately looking at one of the maps trying to figure out what platform to go. She's below me, and she turns to me. Without warning, she punches me 'down below'. Hard. The world goes wibbly, and I struggle to stand. Thankfully we're nearly at the bottom and I resist the urge to die until we get to the bottom. Where I lean against a wall and black out for about twenty seconds, none of which she realises because she's laughing too hard.
The result? Two bruised testicles that swell up to twice normal size, and the inability to have sex for two or three days because it hurts too much.
The really scary thing of it is that I'm still with her. She's lovely really. Like Pol Pot.
( Dave the Mighty, Sun 16 Jul 2006, 13:07, Reply)