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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At work a few weeks agoRickshaw cycling with a couple of colleagues called Fraser and Sam. Sam and I had been winding each other up for a few weeks - pinching small items and replacing them at random, hiding each other's bikes and so on. My latest effort was to lower Sam's saddle by about two inches - enough to make life difficult, but not enough to be easily noticeable. Unfortunately, Fraser had had the same idea five minutes previously, resulting in the seat being lowered by rather more.
It turns out that when your saddle has been lowered so much without warning, and you sit down quickly, it can have quite a traumatic effect on your testicles. This brings us on to the part of the story I didn't know before messing with Sam's saddle - Sam had an infected testicle, which was already pretty damn painful.
He told me later that he had fallen sideways off his bike in the foetal position, and remained there for about half an hour before coming looking for my blood. Happily he didn't find me for four hours or so, but he was still pretty damn angry when he did...
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MatJ LOOK, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 17:42,
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you and your matesSeem to have countless tales of being a tad rough with eachothers genitals. The homo is strong in you I suspect.
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