I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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I have a four year old. Every time I enter the house she runs up for a cuddle and headbutts me in the knackers. I sit down and she wants a cuddle, elbows and knees in the bollocks. She crawls into my bed and kicks in her sleep, wallop.
I swear its cos she never wants me to breed again, thereby securing all my attention/money/love.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:56, 6 replies)
I have a four year old. Every time I enter the house she runs up for a cuddle and headbutts me in the knackers. I sit down and she wants a cuddle, elbows and knees in the bollocks. She crawls into my bed and kicks in her sleep, wallop.
I swear its cos she never wants me to breed again, thereby securing all my attention/money/love.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:56, 6 replies)
Alright Maffers.
I'm in a similar boat, albeit with a border collie instead.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 13:03, closed)
I'm in a similar boat, albeit with a border collie instead.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 13:03, closed)
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