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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As pointed out by some comedians
evolution of the human body has acted as something like 'design by committee' if we survey the hodge-podge of hastily stuck-together components.
The added feature of retractable plums is one of the more pathetic of afterthoughts. Temperature dropping? In they go. Imminent danger? Er... did I tell you the outer skin is breathable and waterproof?
I'll be sitting with legs crossed all week.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 14:52, Reply)
evolution of the human body has acted as something like 'design by committee' if we survey the hodge-podge of hastily stuck-together components.
The added feature of retractable plums is one of the more pathetic of afterthoughts. Temperature dropping? In they go. Imminent danger? Er... did I tell you the outer skin is breathable and waterproof?
I'll be sitting with legs crossed all week.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 14:52, Reply)
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