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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don't climb gates in a dressi don't remember much from my childhood but this is still a vivid memory of when i was about 7. being a country bumpkin I had to climb over a lot of gates, so I got quite fast and generally climbed up to the top and then jumped over the top bar to the ground on the other side.
one day i climbed a big wooden five bar gate in my school summer dress and jumped over the top as usual but this time the front of my dress had caught on a nail. Instead of landing on the ground i landed into a wedgie (or should it be vedgie?) as my dress went between my legs and back up over onto the front of the gate with my full body weight resting on my fanny. I am sure it must have been as painful as being kicked in the balls!
(, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 12:59, Reply)
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