I Hurt My Rude Bits, AgainMy commute to work was made excellent the other day when I saw a motorcyclist try to ride on the pavement to avoid a traffic queue, lose control, fall off and land bollock-first on a concrete bollard. He was fine, eventually – but tell us your tales of the old blinding agony to the gentleman's or gentlewoman's area.
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Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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Take them out before flying, maybe. How have you never been abroad? That's the weirdest thing I've ever read on here.
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I've never really felt the need.Everything I can do in another country, I can do here. If I want to be hot, I put the heating on. If I want to eat strange foreign food, I get a kebab. I don't like being too hot or cold, I don't like clubbing or dance music and I no longer smoke weed, so there's not really any place I would enjoy.
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Shame. Someone who shoves a pin through their foreskin for a fiver would make a great ambassador for the nation.(, Sun 10 Mar 2013, 13:08, closed)
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