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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Frying Pan Arse...
Not me, but Nigel - a young scout attending his first 2 week camp away from home. Whilst cooking breakfast, one of the scouts caught the frying pan alight and 'lobbed' (technical scouting term) the pan into the grass. The fire went out quickly, so along comes nigel and thinks as the grass is still wet with the mornings dew, I'll sit on the pan to stay dry. Que much screaming from injury known as chip pan arse syndrome....
He later managed to trip over and land face/mouth first onto a wooden tent peg. The first words to pass his bloody, swollen lips were 'oosan noosan doosan susan' - or at least thats what it sounded like, of which he was constantly reminded over the next 5 years!
Poor old nige, hello if your reading!
( , Wed 19 Jul 2006, 16:24, Reply)
Not me, but Nigel - a young scout attending his first 2 week camp away from home. Whilst cooking breakfast, one of the scouts caught the frying pan alight and 'lobbed' (technical scouting term) the pan into the grass. The fire went out quickly, so along comes nigel and thinks as the grass is still wet with the mornings dew, I'll sit on the pan to stay dry. Que much screaming from injury known as chip pan arse syndrome....
He later managed to trip over and land face/mouth first onto a wooden tent peg. The first words to pass his bloody, swollen lips were 'oosan noosan doosan susan' - or at least thats what it sounded like, of which he was constantly reminded over the next 5 years!
Poor old nige, hello if your reading!
( , Wed 19 Jul 2006, 16:24, Reply)
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