No folks, it's not a crazy new Punk group.
I was going to put this in the gay workmate thread but I didn't want the powers that be to accuse me of de-railing a thread.
Anyway, last night. Sat in front of the Playstation, gaming away, wearing what can only be described as 'tight fitting trollies'. I sat up to adjust my position and grab my can when I heard a pop. And not a good pop. The agony. You other males will agree with me that sometimes when you bang your nadgers on something it hits the sweet spot that makes the wires between your bollocks and your stomach throb. A lot. The tight fitting undercrackers got that spot last night.
Without uttering a word to the missus I fell to the floor, holding my crotch, and proceeded to roll around like a Foreign footballer. I have never experienced pain like it, I saw the white light and honestly thought I was going to die.
Question, would it be acceptable to call in sick with a popped/twisted bollock?
I was going to put this in the gay workmate thread but I didn't want the powers that be to accuse me of de-railing a thread.
Anyway, last night. Sat in front of the Playstation, gaming away, wearing what can only be described as 'tight fitting trollies'. I sat up to adjust my position and grab my can when I heard a pop. And not a good pop. The agony. You other males will agree with me that sometimes when you bang your nadgers on something it hits the sweet spot that makes the wires between your bollocks and your stomach throb. A lot. The tight fitting undercrackers got that spot last night.
Without uttering a word to the missus I fell to the floor, holding my crotch, and proceeded to roll around like a Foreign footballer. I have never experienced pain like it, I saw the white light and honestly thought I was going to die.
Question, would it be acceptable to call in sick with a popped/twisted bollock?