I Hurt My Rude Bits, Again
My 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.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
My 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.
( , Thu 7 Mar 2013, 12:50)
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He's clearly not bothered.
He's posted more words in this thread than he has on any actual qftw answer for the last six months but it's only because he's not bothered. Not. Bothered.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 8:33, 1 reply)
He's posted more words in this thread than he has on any actual qftw answer for the last six months but it's only because he's not bothered. Not. Bothered.
( , Tue 12 Mar 2013, 8:33, 1 reply)
I can see he's not bothered in the least. Not a shred of bother on display here.
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