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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Too much information O_oI was in my local boozer a few weeks ago, and chatting to the landlady's dad's new squeeze, Edna.
As old people are sometimes wont to do, she was telling me all about her family... and as old (and indeed young) people are sometimes also wont to do, she was giving me too much information, including this gem which, try as I might, I can't seem to forget:
"We supported my son when he was having a bad time. He was in a car accident, was badly injured, lost all his manhood and everything"
*curls up into a ball and weeps*
(, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 10:27, 2 replies)
Hahaha, yes :)(, Tue 12 Mar 2013, 10:52, closed)
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