Ouch!
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
A friend was once given a biopsy by a sleep-deprived junior doctor.
They needed a sample of his colon, so inserted the long bendy jaws-on-the-end thingy, located the suspect area and... he shot through the ceiling. Doctor had forgotten to administer any anaesthetic.
What was your ouchiest moment?
( , Thu 29 Jul 2010, 17:29)
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Don't know about you guys
but being in hot countries makes me horny. There's all the invigorating swimming in the life-affirming sun and the disinhibiting booze and acres of exposed flesh. Yum.
I remember one holiday in my mid-teens, Portugal as it happens, when I was horny as hell but too inexperienced and fearful to actually seduce anybody. So basically I spent the entire two weeks wanking like a Bonobo chimp.
A few days in and standard masturbation was not enough to sate my lust. I wondered how it would be if I were to shave my genitalia perfectly smooth...
Well, it made my cock look bigger which was a bonus. And it gave my continuing self-abuse an added thrill for a while. But as soon as my scrotum, in particular, began to re-sprout hairs (or in effect stubble) things went very wrong.
The heat made my balls swing low, a burning chariot that scraped maddeningly at my inner thighs, causing me to walk with a bow-legged limp. Along with the sweat and the heat and the endless scratching, my groin was soon an infected, bloody mess.
I, of course, panicked and informed my mother. There was a shame-filled visit to a bemused local doctor, some sort of cream that eventually did the trick and the searing memory of the baffled - and ever so briefly repulsed - expression that crossed my mother's face when she first bore witness to my missing pubes. She never did ask me why.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 12:44, 2 replies)
but being in hot countries makes me horny. There's all the invigorating swimming in the life-affirming sun and the disinhibiting booze and acres of exposed flesh. Yum.
I remember one holiday in my mid-teens, Portugal as it happens, when I was horny as hell but too inexperienced and fearful to actually seduce anybody. So basically I spent the entire two weeks wanking like a Bonobo chimp.
A few days in and standard masturbation was not enough to sate my lust. I wondered how it would be if I were to shave my genitalia perfectly smooth...
Well, it made my cock look bigger which was a bonus. And it gave my continuing self-abuse an added thrill for a while. But as soon as my scrotum, in particular, began to re-sprout hairs (or in effect stubble) things went very wrong.
The heat made my balls swing low, a burning chariot that scraped maddeningly at my inner thighs, causing me to walk with a bow-legged limp. Along with the sweat and the heat and the endless scratching, my groin was soon an infected, bloody mess.
I, of course, panicked and informed my mother. There was a shame-filled visit to a bemused local doctor, some sort of cream that eventually did the trick and the searing memory of the baffled - and ever so briefly repulsed - expression that crossed my mother's face when she first bore witness to my missing pubes. She never did ask me why.
( , Fri 30 Jul 2010, 12:44, 2 replies)
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