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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Age 14, or so, and loitering innocently in the school computer lab,
when I was shot, point blank, in the cock, with a BB gun.
The fact that I was able to shrug, and laugh it off, gave me the brief reputation of being IMPERVIOUS TO PAIN.
To be honest, if I'd have been hanging to one side, I'd have copped it in the plums, and not been laughing.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 13:30, Reply)
when I was shot, point blank, in the cock, with a BB gun.
The fact that I was able to shrug, and laugh it off, gave me the brief reputation of being IMPERVIOUS TO PAIN.
To be honest, if I'd have been hanging to one side, I'd have copped it in the plums, and not been laughing.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 13:30, Reply)
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