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Edited on Mon Sep-20-04 08:24 PM by short bus president
I had a wire hanger, and I was bending it back and forth around the middle of the straight part to break it into two roughly even-length pieces, in order to accomplish one those tasks for which people sometimes need broken-off pieces of wire hanger. Anyway, with the rapid bending motion, the hook end of the hanger was flailing back and forth. I noticed this immediately, because I thought "damn, that thing could put my eye out if it were to hit me in the eye." So I held it down a little bit to prevent it hitting me in the eye, and essentially whipped myself square in the wang with it on the down-twist. Not a friendly little tap on the wang, either, but a full-on Mommy Dearest wire-hanger-beating whang on the wang. And right on the damn tip, too, squar over the peehole. Now, the contact was through a layer of shorts and a layer of boxers, but lemme tell you what - those garments are not designed with the protection of one's peehole from wire hanger whanging in mind. Jimminy friggin' painful-penised Krispy Krist! I'm gonna sue.
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