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 like arterial sprayI was at work and caught my cock in my fly whilst pulling up my pants. If only it was my cock instead of my banjo string as then, when after finally freeing myself, the spurt of blood wouldn't have covered the mirror. It was whilst i was trying to clear the blood off the mirror that my line manager walked in finding me with tears in my eyes, blood all over my hands and my my limp cock danging in the wash basin. To prove my innocence of anything sordid I chose to roll my foreskin back to prove it was bleeding only to get him with another litte splurt. Had to go hospital where they eventually put a disovable stitch in. On the plus side my foresking now goes as far back as my right knee.
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See, up until now my biggest workplace fear is shitting myself and having to somehow hide it.You've topped that.
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Slippery Mick ‏, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:15,
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