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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A guy I worked with once had his nutsack slashed open by a boar's tusk.Too scared to look, he asked the girl who was working with him to check the damage and she obliged.
"She wept with laughter" he told me, then she suggested he went to hospital where they stitched up the ragged tear.
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Infidel , shit and wrong, Sat 9 Mar 2013, 21:20,
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