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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one of the fellas we had last year fat St Patrick's night told me that he liked the noise of muffled screams and breaking bones. (
Windy Pig I'm naturally quite suspicious about the moon., Tue 12 Mar 2013, 8:53,
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