Right,
I have spent my life doing stupid thing that hurt me. From jumping off things, to coming off flumes in odd ways, to falling out of shopping trollies drunk (obviously this was as a lout teenager not a shit faced toddler – as a toddler I was only on the crack) I’ve designed new, proto type ways to cause pain to your self.
I topped even my most creative self destructive tendencies last night by managing to punch myself in the onion bag – yep thats right. Myself. What. A. Twat. in the goolies, the nads, the jewels etc
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How i did this would confuse even the most intelligent physicist – Even Messier S Hawkins would struggle to explain the dynamics, but then he’d struggle explain most things unless you had a lot of time on your (yes I’m going to hell etc)it involve trying to move the quilt in the night, being too warm and fists slipping off cotton. Basically I managed to full on knuckle one of my lower man knuckles.
and it was a full shot. and only men can understand the waves of pain that course though the body when these little, friendly lumps get twanged.
Ow. Owwwy owwwy ow ow.
Now you see in my life I’ve not done too badly with the not getting one in the bags. Until recently developing the ability to do it in my sleep. Is this the punishment I get for my nads being vaguely untouched. Cheers god.
