Well…talked to a buddy of mine who is a Urologist about my less than warm Easter weekend. I was told…“worry not little man” though your bullets may be damaged - the production line should be fine. The pain is passing, the mental anguish is not.
From what I understand, my condition is quite common in northern climates were your occasional ice fisherman gets romantic with a Perch in the shanty – and more common with skiers who forget to wear wind blocking pants. The things I have learned here is that you should never ever forget your shorts – that pad, though nice on your fanny is also a GREAT wind block for the frontal regions.
Doctor suggested that though I should not have children any time soon, I should practice making them as much as possible. To be safer in the future I was thinking about looking at moving to a warmer climate…maybe I will have to move into the Tibb’s ranch.
I think you deserve a Darwin Award. It’s not only for dead people, but for people who remove themselves from the gene-pool (which you obviously did).
You’ve started two threads about your balls in as many days. I think you’ve been hanging with Mr. Tibbs too much.
I’m glad you’re okay, but…the story was funny as hell(sorry, dude!)
I think that you need to reaasess your criteria for retiring your cycling shorts. Maybe throw them out before something gets frozen to the seatpost.
I think you deserve a Darwin Award. It’s not only for dead people, but for people who remove themselves from the gene-pool (which you obviously did).
I second the nomination. Raised and seconded. Motion passes.
I’m tempted to cut my dick off. Nothing but trouble.
I think that it is obvious that Tibbs has taken over all thoughts in Demerlys head!!! Tibbs has learned the lessons form Mrs. Cleo and Deon Warwick!!! He is a Witch!!!