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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Blue balls do happen,usually back in the day when a girl thought she was doing a bloke a favour by letting him finger her, but was not prepared to go any further.
They don't turn blue, just ache a bit. It is easily cured, as has been noted, by a wank, but then back in the day the shame of having a wank was such that it often took a long time to find a place that was private enough.
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I'm not buying this.Neither bathrooms, nor wet dreams, are recent inventions.
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monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Wed 13 Mar 2013, 8:25,
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