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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Umm.
I'm a shameless porker.
Needed more flab down the slide.
Once a season I do a "slide session" on some black plastic with water and detergent for my daughters Tee-ball team (I'm the coach, don'tch know!)
Watching me do a bellyflop after all the kids have had a couple of turns is a sight to see, let me tell you.
Might need to put up or shut up now.
( , Thu 14 Mar 2013, 6:15, closed)
I'm a shameless porker.
Needed more flab down the slide.
Once a season I do a "slide session" on some black plastic with water and detergent for my daughters Tee-ball team (I'm the coach, don'tch know!)
Watching me do a bellyflop after all the kids have had a couple of turns is a sight to see, let me tell you.
Might need to put up or shut up now.
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