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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Pff!The local clinic made it very clear that I should have someone to take me home. Of course, despite confining myself to bed, the kids still found an opportunity to jump on me. Watching me ballsack weep is not an experience I'd like to repeat.
I feel your pain.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:14,
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"whilst my ballsack gently weeps"George Harrison's less successful etc etc.
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the mighty badger Aphrodite, on a bar stool, by your side, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 12:01,
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