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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Busted my nuts popping a wheelie
When I was 6, I went to a friends house and we ere playing outside. He had a Raleigh Grifter, and I was on his sisters Striker (small version of the Grifter, less cool). As I had a Striker at home, I thought I'd show off and pop a wheelie, I'd been practising you see. Anyway, there I am bombing along, when I lean back on the handlebars, I think you know where this is going...and they come off the frame. Fuck me, I went forward, impaled my nutsack where the handlebars should have been and cried like a baby. When I got home, there was blood everywhere and had to have a few days off school, and everytime I need a slash, it felt shards of glass were passing through my shaft. Thankfully there was no lasting damage and learnt to stop showing off on shit bikes.
( , Sun 16 Jul 2006, 17:19, Reply)
When I was 6, I went to a friends house and we ere playing outside. He had a Raleigh Grifter, and I was on his sisters Striker (small version of the Grifter, less cool). As I had a Striker at home, I thought I'd show off and pop a wheelie, I'd been practising you see. Anyway, there I am bombing along, when I lean back on the handlebars, I think you know where this is going...and they come off the frame. Fuck me, I went forward, impaled my nutsack where the handlebars should have been and cried like a baby. When I got home, there was blood everywhere and had to have a few days off school, and everytime I need a slash, it felt shards of glass were passing through my shaft. Thankfully there was no lasting damage and learnt to stop showing off on shit bikes.
( , Sun 16 Jul 2006, 17:19, Reply)
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