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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A mate of mine stapled his nutsack to a fence post.. Not staple as in small pointy bit of bent wire that has trouble penetrating (ha.. Penetrate) 3 sheets of paper, but staple as in, well, fencing staple-a fucking big U shaped galvanised nail, sharpened on both ends, driven by a big pneumatic nailgun type apparatus that fastens wire to wooden posts. It took a claw hammer, much shrieking, and even more pain to un-fasten his skin sack from the fence post. Luckily, if it can be described as such, the staple went through the wrinkle bag itself but didn't pierce the plums within. Strangely enough, not long after this, he went and started training as a priest.
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BeefJerky Hands off my jerky.., Thu 14 Mar 2013, 6:38,
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