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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They're called 'privates' for a reasonand due to recent cutbacks, mine are standing down, so nyah.
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Are they called "Margaret"?Just for the beat?
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Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Wed 13 Mar 2013, 11:29,
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