The only harm I ever heard of was to my mates street cred. He had the snip and came into the pub walking like john Wayne.
He could barely sit stand or anything. We laughed and laughed. Then he explained that one of his balls had swollen up to the size of an ostrich egg and turned purple. We eventually cajoled him into showing us, and when we saw the state of his swollen purple/yellow plum we laughed so hard we cried real tears. He got miffed and said
'youse bastids, I'm not going to show you the big one now'





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