One Friday night
I'd drunk a little too much and ended up snapping my banjo string. Lots of pain, lots of blood. I went to the doctor on Monday morning. "How can I help?" he asked. "I've snapped my frenulum," I said, pointing down. "You're what?" he asked. "I've snapped my banjo string. My banjo string. It's not there any more. I snapped it."

He didn't really know what to say. He didn't take a look, he didn't ask much about it. He did call his mate to check if there was anything I should do. His verdict? "It might grow back, it might not. Don't use if for a while and when you do, go easy eh?"
Thanks doc. I'd worked that much out for myself.
( CowJam, Fri 12 Mar 2010, 22:57, 4 replies)

I still enjoy reading this story.

( JessAction Give me all your expensive brandy and hubcaps., Sat 13 Mar 2010, 1:51, closed)

it's the standard treatment...
(court escaper, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 7:49, closed)

Serves you right for fucking child whores.

( Neptune A dole queue dosser and foul mouthed chav., Sat 13 Mar 2010, 12:40, closed)

'I'd drunk a little too much and ended up snapping my banjo string'
Not enough detail, I'm afraid.
(Juan Quar is clinging to her front teeth on, Sat 13 Mar 2010, 15:04, closed)