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Many moons ago, on a cold and foggy late october morning, I was in the unfortunate situation of being admitted to hospital after a nasty riding accident - I went [b]headfirst[/b] into a dry stone wall. The first person at my bedside was not my wife but my best mate who'd heard of my accident through a chance encounter. It was his job to help me into a hospital gown, out of my lycra leggings.
The bastard made references to the rather inadequate size of my penis at just about every opportunity for quite some time (years) after. Explanations of the cold and the blood going to where its needed unsurprisingly fell on deaf ears. 🙁
EDIT: LOL'ed at the 'Click here to enlarge' on the Thermajock site...
a fleece lined baggy artifical flimflam.
Is there anything that isn't available on the internet?
Elf, as I've said before, NO!
Why not that's bang out of order.
I don't want your testicle, I want yer wife's bike. It's not an unreasonable request.
Honestly, anyone would think I'd demanded one of yer bollocks, the way you go on about it.... 🙄
She hasn't ridden it since BBB either. What a waste, eh? 😉
See? Might as well give it to me.
When I arrive at work on a cold morning and look at whats happened the phrase "lion cold " always springs to mind.
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Happens to me too. jacobs just like to hide from the cold until its shower time. Wilbur however tends to take on the appearance of an eyeless Clanger with a blond crew cut.
A peloton of penguins
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