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 sounds badBut we were eighteen in a small town in darkest Suffolk ( I actually went to school the same place Amorous Badger did) and life could get dull.
All participants are now five years older and (slightly) less dickish.
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MatJ LOOK, Fri 8 Mar 2013, 14:20,
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