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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When I was a kid, I remember going to the toilet in the nightand dutifully lifting the seat before peeing. But, instead of falling back to rest on the cistern, I hadn't pushed it back properly and after teetering at is balance point, in slow motion, it decided to fall back the way it came and crashed down at terminal velocity sandwiching my toddler willy in between it and the ceramic toilet bowl.
I also zipped my foreskin in my flies once. That hurts. It really does.
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Fork Has lost his bash virginity!, Wed 13 Mar 2013, 23:09,
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