I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My 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.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My 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.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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The legendary 'Fatty' Hunter
Used to know a bloke called 'Fatty' Hunter. For a long while I didn't even know his first name was Dave and even after he lost a shed load of weight he was stil known as Fatty.
As a young adult he had to have a circumcision which, naturally, went wrong and he had to have a follow up operation which involved having stitches around the rim where his foreskin used to be. He was in a lot of pain afterwards and couldn't wear any tight fitting clothes.
A few days after the op he was at home with his girlfriend, just laying on the floor watching TV. He got up to get a beer and as he stood up one of the stitches caught on the flimsy dressing gown he was wearing. He didn't realise this until he finished standing up and the stitches had all pulled out and were attached to the material of the dressing gown.
The upshot of this was that he was left with a zig zag crenellation of scar tissue around the shaft of his penis.
This is not the main part of the story though. A few years later he was on the way home from the pub and was dared to jump a high hedge. Now 'Fatty' was a tall lad although as the name implies, not athletically gifted. His attempt at hedge hurdling ended with him straddling the holly hedge and being impaled on the leaves. After a visit to A&E to have bits of foliage removed from, and stitches added to his undercarriage he was right as rain..... or so he thought.
A few weeks passed and the wound wasn't healing, in fact pus was seeping from it and smelling more than usual. A return visit to the Doctor saw the wound opened up again and a small piece of twig and part of a leaf removed from under the skin before more stitches were added in this tender area.
This happened more than 25 years ago but to this day I still refer to the shiny area of skin betwixt the cornhole and scrotum as the 'Hunter's Patch' in honour of the great man.
( , Sat 9 Mar 2013, 16:39, Reply)
Used to know a bloke called 'Fatty' Hunter. For a long while I didn't even know his first name was Dave and even after he lost a shed load of weight he was stil known as Fatty.
As a young adult he had to have a circumcision which, naturally, went wrong and he had to have a follow up operation which involved having stitches around the rim where his foreskin used to be. He was in a lot of pain afterwards and couldn't wear any tight fitting clothes.
A few days after the op he was at home with his girlfriend, just laying on the floor watching TV. He got up to get a beer and as he stood up one of the stitches caught on the flimsy dressing gown he was wearing. He didn't realise this until he finished standing up and the stitches had all pulled out and were attached to the material of the dressing gown.
The upshot of this was that he was left with a zig zag crenellation of scar tissue around the shaft of his penis.
This is not the main part of the story though. A few years later he was on the way home from the pub and was dared to jump a high hedge. Now 'Fatty' was a tall lad although as the name implies, not athletically gifted. His attempt at hedge hurdling ended with him straddling the holly hedge and being impaled on the leaves. After a visit to A&E to have bits of foliage removed from, and stitches added to his undercarriage he was right as rain..... or so he thought.
A few weeks passed and the wound wasn't healing, in fact pus was seeping from it and smelling more than usual. A return visit to the Doctor saw the wound opened up again and a small piece of twig and part of a leaf removed from under the skin before more stitches were added in this tender area.
This happened more than 25 years ago but to this day I still refer to the shiny area of skin betwixt the cornhole and scrotum as the 'Hunter's Patch' in honour of the great man.
( , Sat 9 Mar 2013, 16:39, Reply)
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