I hurt my rude bitsSpent 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."
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rob, Thu 13 Jul 2006, 22:00)
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Raleigh Chopper's ARE dangerousI'm old enough to have enjoyed the pedalled Easy Rider first time round, when the gearstick was still a natty stick-shift mounted on the crossbar.
A day previous, a mate of mine had borrowed my Chopper (f'narr) and crashed it into a tree, bending the front fork. Me n dad had to take it to bits and stomp on the bent bit to fix it.
Cycling back from the park next day, I discovered we hadn't tightened the handle bars up properly, cos they suddenly came loose and I lost steering control.
I hit a HUGE kerbstone about the height of the (tiddly) front wheel, so the bike stopped dead. Normally in that instance you hold onto the handle bars... but they were loose, 'member.
So I catapulted straight forwards at lots of speed, and used a patented testicle / gearstick interface to impede my forward motion.
It fuckin' hurt. Lots.
No apologies for length... I'm quite glad to still have some.
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Skotzmun Blah blah secret passage blah blah diamonds., Mon 17 Jul 2006, 0:15,
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