Public Nudity
Naked people in public never ends well. Ever let your dangly bits go on show? Ever witnessed something dreadful?
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( , Thu 17 Jul 2014, 14:19)
Naked people in public never ends well. Ever let your dangly bits go on show? Ever witnessed something dreadful?
Suggested by Spanish Fly
( , Thu 17 Jul 2014, 14:19)
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I had a vasectomy
a couple of months ago. They gave me something called a "modesty blanket", as there was obviously the doctor but also a couple of nurses in the room. The modesty blanket covered me from my feet up to my neck, other than a hole cut out, through which protuded my penis and testicles.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:07, 32 replies)
a couple of months ago. They gave me something called a "modesty blanket", as there was obviously the doctor but also a couple of nurses in the room. The modesty blanket covered me from my feet up to my neck, other than a hole cut out, through which protuded my penis and testicles.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:07, 32 replies)
I'd like this
my penis & testicles are a joy to behold but my body looks like a bag filled with lumpy mash and my toenails look like pork scratchings*
*mrs duck is one lucky lady
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:15, closed)
my penis & testicles are a joy to behold but my body looks like a bag filled with lumpy mash and my toenails look like pork scratchings*
*mrs duck is one lucky lady
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:15, closed)
This made me do a little lol...
And for that, I will click heartily.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:17, closed)
And for that, I will click heartily.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 14:17, closed)
^and another lol right there...
I don't care if you've got me on ignore - allow me to acknowledge your lolworthiness.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:02, closed)
I don't care if you've got me on ignore - allow me to acknowledge your lolworthiness.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:02, closed)
Nothing wrong with three nipples
I was in a band at Uni called Scaramanga because we all had 3 nips.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2014, 9:00, closed)
I was in a band at Uni called Scaramanga because we all had 3 nips.
( , Thu 24 Jul 2014, 9:00, closed)
Why?
I had one male doctor and two female nurses in the room, for mine, and they just had me drop my trousers and hop aboard the bed.
One of the nurses offered to hold my hand.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:15, closed)
I had one male doctor and two female nurses in the room, for mine, and they just had me drop my trousers and hop aboard the bed.
One of the nurses offered to hold my hand.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:15, closed)
Why not?
At least one of the other two will be holding some bits at the other end.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:50, closed)
At least one of the other two will be holding some bits at the other end.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:50, closed)
I'm thinking of having it done...
I heard that despite the anesthetic, you can sort of feel the tubes being 'tugged' inside you. Is that correct?
Edit: I mean having the snip BTW - not holding MM's hand - although I'm sure that would be fun too.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:55, closed)
I heard that despite the anesthetic, you can sort of feel the tubes being 'tugged' inside you. Is that correct?
Edit: I mean having the snip BTW - not holding MM's hand - although I'm sure that would be fun too.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 15:55, closed)
Isn't that an awful lot of pain.
Just so someone will hold your hand?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:14, closed)
Just so someone will hold your hand?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:14, closed)
They used cautery on mine,
which gave me a mild electric shock (earthed through the bed frame, via my elbows) 3 times (one for the incision, one for each tube). Couldn't feel any tugging, just a sharp sting, and burnt elbows. Pretty sure this isn't a normal experience.
I never went through with subsequent fertility tests, which was a bit dense, purely as I didn't like the idea of wanking into a jar and delivering it to the maternity unit.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:15, closed)
which gave me a mild electric shock (earthed through the bed frame, via my elbows) 3 times (one for the incision, one for each tube). Couldn't feel any tugging, just a sharp sting, and burnt elbows. Pretty sure this isn't a normal experience.
I never went through with subsequent fertility tests, which was a bit dense, purely as I didn't like the idea of wanking into a jar and delivering it to the maternity unit.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:15, closed)
I like to think that the local NHS has a sense of irony when they decided that post-snip men
ought to turn up at that particular department.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:34, closed)
ought to turn up at that particular department.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 16:34, closed)
why don't they want you to take it to pathology like a normal hospital would?
what use does the maternity department have for a jar slightly dampened with your sterile spunk?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 17:39, closed)
what use does the maternity department have for a jar slightly dampened with your sterile spunk?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 17:39, closed)
Search me, I'm not a pathologist.
Anyway, I never got to find out, did I?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 17:54, closed)
Anyway, I never got to find out, did I?
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 17:54, closed)
If your idea of a nightmare is having a middle-aged man go at your nethers with surgical-grade cutting tools, then,
uh, never mind.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 21:24, closed)
uh, never mind.
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 21:24, closed)
As I clutched the sides of the table
And endlessly dropped the f-bomb on the nurses who stood about nervously clutching syringes of anesthetic, the doctor twanged on my ball tubes like banjo strings, and said 'it is a mystery why most men feel nothing, and some feel such intense excruciating pain. Are you schizophrenic or an alcoholic?'
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 21:55, closed)
And endlessly dropped the f-bomb on the nurses who stood about nervously clutching syringes of anesthetic, the doctor twanged on my ball tubes like banjo strings, and said 'it is a mystery why most men feel nothing, and some feel such intense excruciating pain. Are you schizophrenic or an alcoholic?'
( , Wed 23 Jul 2014, 21:55, closed)
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