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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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It made pretty good trajicomedy reading. Mostly guys breaking their ankles climbing into their vehicles of a morning, but also the occasional death. One that caught our eyes and did the rounds was a bloke who worked nights in the crushing mill. Mainly working alone, he'd taken to masturbating by holding his cock against the moving conveyer belt. A rather high-risk pleasure, one night he'd caught himself and the belt had torn his scrotum open. Rather than rushing off to the sick bay, he'd manfully stapled his sack closed himself. However, this had quickly got infected and swelled up, whereupon he'd finally decided to see the onsite doctor. The Doc, who was also the one who wrote up the incident, removed the staples and then had to inform the poor bloke that one of his balls was missing.
( , Wed 13 Mar 2013, 1:49, 6 replies)
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It got passed around a mine I was working as a faux incident report. this was in the days before email urban myths took off
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