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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It was summer time......and I was wearing shorts, and consequently under-supported in the user-support area.
As I was playing with the kids, I sat down on the bottom step of the stairs, which left my plums resting comfortably on the step. (Within my shorts, of course. I'm not weird.)
One of the little darlings then ran up to me and climbed onto my lap, incidentally resting his knee on my left nad-dangler, to which he then transferred his entire weight. Not a kick or a blow, just a short and very hard crush.
It made me cry, and it made him cry too as the yell I let out really startled him, poor mite. I ended up apologizing to him.
No permanent damage to him or me, I'm glad to say.
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Amish Information Systems hates misplaced, commas, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 16:14,
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Didyou give him his Jim'll Fix It badge?
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Haha :)
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