Cue embarrassing story..
This mate of mine, yeah, was falling asleep in a hot bath one night about 10 years ago and in that moment of being asleep but suddenly awaking realised he was about to unleash the enormous full bladder he had been holding in but was too lazy to do anything about… and without thinking clasped the end of his old fella’s skin suit tight – thus leading to a weird mexican stand-off situation between bladder that will no longer be held back – and foreskin that can only swell like a balloon so far…
So, following an excruciating shooting pain right along the love tunnel the fleshy grasp is released along with a million invisible tiny needles – jabbing their way along the inner workings before being released into the air along with a great golden geyzer. Ending (horrifically) with around a teaspoon of blood dripping out the third eye..
That is somewhere that you truly never ever expect to see blood drip from, and if you ever do – trust me, it’ll freak you out like a good’un.
Several weeks of passing the devils razor blades and attempting to hold the flow back to a dribble each and every time a slash was required, later – eventually my tattered urethra healed itself up from the inside.
I mean my mates urethra.
Moral of the story?
Well there’s 2. Firstly, your inner workings are incredibly robust, so have faith that you’ll come good.
Secondly, pi$$ing in the bath is actually good for your health.