I Hurt My Rude Bits, AgainMy 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.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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13 or 14 years old ,bored in the summer holidays messing about in my Dads office with a Bulldog clip.This thing wasn't one of the piddley little things you get these days but a big old 1940s war office heavy duty job, Clipping it over the edge of his desk,and twanging the handle bit, Twang Twang twang...pleasant noise like a jews harp...Twang ..spang it flew off the edge of the desk at great speed right into my semi prepubescent nutsack, contacting directly with a teste Nobody in the office witnessed what happened, but just saw me rolling around on the floor crying uncontrollably clutching my crotch.
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bane, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 15:07,
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