Flamin balls of fire
was a understatement.

I sobbed a little.....I shed a tear or two in absolute all consumming agony...but I had to be quiet as the step mother was in the house at the time.....the thoughts running through my mind were if I had to go to A&E, how I would explain the reasons behind having 3rd degree burns on my ball bag to

A, my step mother on the way out of the house
B, my father when I got home
C the receptionist / Triage person, who always seem to make you say exactly why you are there and for what reason in front of a crowded waiting area.

What would i say...?

I slipped making some tea and managed to neatly dip my balls in the hot drink...was cooking a chicken.... naked.. and opened the oven and was caught by a steam blast...

It's almost like one of those 'true life' stories on Sky of when somebody 'sat down' and got a carrot or other foreign object wedged in their rectum, completelty unintentionally of course!! Then had to have it 'removed' by a medical professional.
(iwantmybed Is counting down the hours till home time on, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 16:04, 1 reply)

I imagine
the best thing to do is dip your balls in some yogurt and let the pain subside... Obviously, if you've got a dog you'd have to lock it in another room. God knows what would happen otherwise.
( SpankyHanky, Tue 17 Mar 2009, 16:26, closed)