Banjo story time...
Me and the Mrs were making sweet love (read: drunken angry sex), when suddenly I looked down and she was covered in blood.

I looked her square in the eyes and said, "are you bleeding?" to which she replied, with a most confused expression, "am I bleeding?!"

She then proceeded to look down at her crotch, and then leg it out of the room like lightning, all embarassed.

So, I was sat there in our room, twiddling my thumbs, gazing at my blood-soaked penis. Then I saw a drip of blood. Then another. Then another.

I knocked on the bathroom door, whsipering, "it's me!"

It wasn't at all painful, and I'm normally quite partial to a sight of blood, but when I bled from my penis, my head didn't agree and I started feeling dizzy.

For the next couple of weeks, my penis healed up and I couldn't have sex or even pull the plonker. I eventually consulted my doctor, who suggested a circumcision. Although it didn't appear it after the surgery, it was the best suggestion I've ever received and don't regret a thing - no more nob cheese!

The only sad part to this tale is, we didn't get to finish the sex. Hmph.
(Roll Fizzlebeef enjoys a good Cleveland Steamer, Thu 21 Jun 2007, 12:03, Reply)