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 ones I knew used to play "knob ya".
Wherein they'd stand at one end of a crowded bar, flop their cock out, and try to run the length of the bar rubbing their helmet on everyone waiting for a drink.
Invariably there would be one of their friends waiting at the end of the bar to punch them in the balls as soon as they completed a run.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 9:39, Reply)
Wherein they'd stand at one end of a crowded bar, flop their cock out, and try to run the length of the bar rubbing their helmet on everyone waiting for a drink.
Invariably there would be one of their friends waiting at the end of the bar to punch them in the balls as soon as they completed a run.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 9:39, Reply)
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