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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When I worked in secondary care,
the nurses would tell of the regular attendee who like to push plastic coke bottles up his arse. One day, he stuck a 1.5l bottle up there, the held his lighter under the spout. It melted, and he lost a good chunk of his bowel.
I also once got to see the notes (with photographs) of the older gentleman who had spent a happy afternoon feeding electrical cable into his urethra. Very strange.
( , Mon 11 Mar 2013, 13:47, 2 replies)
the nurses would tell of the regular attendee who like to push plastic coke bottles up his arse. One day, he stuck a 1.5l bottle up there, the held his lighter under the spout. It melted, and he lost a good chunk of his bowel.
I also once got to see the notes (with photographs) of the older gentleman who had spent a happy afternoon feeding electrical cable into his urethra. Very strange.
( , Mon 11 Mar 2013, 13:47, 2 replies)
Once you've got past the frayed ends it's really quite pleasant.
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( , Mon 11 Mar 2013, 14:19, closed)
It just wouldn't be the internet without saying
No, I'm a frayed knot.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 0:05, closed)
No, I'm a frayed knot.
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