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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Gat Guns
Years ago now, some friends and I had a Gat gun, you know the air pistol where you pushed the barrel in to load the air, pull the trigger and the barrel flies out like a bullet from a gun. Well we were loading it with rolled up wet tissue and shooting each other. This was all taking place in my house. We all ganged up on this guy and he dived under a duvet, where upon I thrust my hand under and pulled the trigger. Cue shout of pain, much laughter from us and then we hear the wimpering sob's coming from under the duvet, pull back the duvet, and see our mate in what can only be described as absolute pain. In fact hospital job. I had thrust the pistol right up to his nuts and pulled the trigger. Piston 5 inches long at forty miles an hour in the gonnads. Poor bugger
( , Tue 18 Jul 2006, 13:00, Reply)
Years ago now, some friends and I had a Gat gun, you know the air pistol where you pushed the barrel in to load the air, pull the trigger and the barrel flies out like a bullet from a gun. Well we were loading it with rolled up wet tissue and shooting each other. This was all taking place in my house. We all ganged up on this guy and he dived under a duvet, where upon I thrust my hand under and pulled the trigger. Cue shout of pain, much laughter from us and then we hear the wimpering sob's coming from under the duvet, pull back the duvet, and see our mate in what can only be described as absolute pain. In fact hospital job. I had thrust the pistol right up to his nuts and pulled the trigger. Piston 5 inches long at forty miles an hour in the gonnads. Poor bugger
( , Tue 18 Jul 2006, 13:00, Reply)
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