Official explanation
If you're my mum, dad or grandmother please turn off the internet now - this is not for your eyes.
a few weeks ago I had an accident. not majorly serious but bad enough that i needed stitches. through sheer embarassment i told my mates that i had taken a cricket ball in the thigh area, and the seam had broken the skin.
alas this isn't the truth. sorry guys.
three weeks ago I met a young lady (alright, a lady in the same epoch as me).
we hit it off in the pub, we went to her place.
during the act of intercourse, she got a bit rough and stabbed me in the thigh and groin area with what can only be described as a pointed metal stick. hence the feeling of total embarrassment and the lies. sorry guys - i'll try to be a bit more truthful about this.
D
a few weeks ago I had an accident. not majorly serious but bad enough that i needed stitches. through sheer embarassment i told my mates that i had taken a cricket ball in the thigh area, and the seam had broken the skin.
alas this isn't the truth. sorry guys.
three weeks ago I met a young lady (alright, a lady in the same epoch as me).
we hit it off in the pub, we went to her place.
during the act of intercourse, she got a bit rough and stabbed me in the thigh and groin area with what can only be described as a pointed metal stick. hence the feeling of total embarrassment and the lies. sorry guys - i'll try to be a bit more truthful about this.
D
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posted by damo at
5:57 PM
1 Comments:
Holy. Fuck. It wasn't Marina, was it?
How the hell did that happen? You just pick the wrong bunny boiler? If nothing else, I'm glad it was only your leg that got stabbed...
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