...and then I cut my face off.

[ChuckF]

So you know how in the morning you have that routine that you do every morning, and after a few months of mornings it becomes really automated such that you can do it without thinking about it or even really being awake? Yeah. Anyway, every morning I wake up, shower, shave, undies, pants, undershirt, face moisturizer, hair stuff, shirt, tie, shoes. And I'm not aware until my first coffee.

Except for this morning, when instead of shaving, I cut my face off. More or less. It was this tiny little nick between my chin and my bottom lip, the kind you get when you're not paying attention. Usually I give it 2 minutes and it's all clotted up nice and presentable. Today it was approximately as bloody as the American Civil War (1861-5) in which over 600,000 brave soldiers of the blue and the gray lost their lives. Give or take a few rivers of blood. It was like the 50 foot woman menstruated in my sink. It was like the biblical lake of fire, but instead of fire, it was blood. I had no idea a major artery ran through my chin.

After about 30 minutes of bleeding I started to get worried. You know how you're supposed to put a little piece of toilet paper in the cut to "stop" the bleeding? I just wound up with a lot of little tiny pieces of red toilet paper and the suspicion that I would pass out and hit my head on the sink and die in a pool of chin-blood. Because my chin is pretty close to my brain, right?

Fifteen minutes later I got it under control, but now I'm afraid to move my chin too much for fear that I will reopen this scab and bleed all over France like freakin' Marat. It's like that time that I had a zit on my nose that I couldn't quiiiiite get a hold of to pop, so I decided...well...I made a very poor decision and wound up with a bigass scab on the side of my nose for like three weeks that later grew into this little bump that I had to go to the dermatologist about.

I don't know why I felt so compelled to share.

[Plant Woman]

Two words for you. Apply pressure.

:hugs:

[Dingfod]

I'm sure Chuck is feeling enough pressure now.

[Dingfod]

Two words, Chuck: styptic powder. (http://www.classicshaving.com/catalog/item/522960/1648746.htm) Surely there is a French equivalent.

[Adora]

A lot of companies in Australia are flogging those spray-on-BandAid things as well, which may help. Or you can just do the macho-athlete thing and use superglue.

[livius drusus]

Did you happen to see two creepy-looking twin girls right before the unfortunate incident? Or maybe your razor was doing his best Louis XV imitation and is really bummed you didn't get it.

[Legs]

Try bleeding 5 days a month for 50 years.

Men are so wussie.

[Waluigi]

Blah, blah, menstration.

When you cut your face shaving, you can't just stick a tampon to your chin to hide it. Everyone knows you're bleeding, so you have to sit at home and wait for the bleeding to stop.

It's just not the same thing, I tell ya!

[beyelzu]

next time I cut myself shaving I think ill use a tampon to staunch the flow of blood, and then walk around with it. good be fun.

[Legs]

You can swim & horseback ride with it in, as well :yup:

[livius drusus]

Plus, you'll be able to walk on the beach and bond with your mom over your not-so-fresh feeling.

[godfry n. glad]

Now you know one of the reasons I have a beard.

"Zip-zop, my face was ripped to shreds. All I asked for was a clean shave, not a self-sacrifice." ~ Bill Cosby

[godfry n. glad]

Try bleeding 5 days a month for 50 years.

Men are so wussie.

Excuse me, but there are thick-as-a-brick maladroit men out there who probably bleed every damned morning from puberty to the grave.

[viscousmemories]

This is why I stopped using a straight razor.

[Sock Puppet]

I performed that very same self-mutilation a few weeks back, in what sounds like the same spot. Freaked me right out that it wouldn't stop bleeding (pressure did nothing, nothing, I say), although it's not as dangerous as it seems.

ETA: Made me think of this.

Prozac Blues - King Crimson

Well, I woke up this morning in a cloud of despair
I ran my hand across my head,
pulled out a pile of worried hair
I went to my physician who was buried in his thoughts
he said, 'Son, you've been reading
too much Elephant Talk'

He said, 'The thing about depression is,
well you just can't let it get you down,
you have to see the world for what it is:
a circus full of freaks and clowns
and you'll never please everybody,
it's a well established fact',
he said, 'I recommend a fifth of Jack
and a bottle of Prozac'

What can you give a man who has everything
can you give him back his edge,
can you make him want to sing?
No, you can only take from him,
and there's nothing he can do
I've got the driving me to drink and eat
a bottle of Prozac blues

Well, I woke up this morning and I shaved off my head
by the time I realized what I had done I was already dead
I went to see the gatekeeper standing by Heaven's door
he said, 'I hope you brought a good supply of... you know'

[Legs]

Excuse me, but there are thick-as-a-brick maladroit men out there who probably bleed every damned morning from puberty to the grave.

I had to look up maladroit (I'm not ashamed of that) and guess what?

I discovered I was one :bikefall:

[Roland98]

Blah, blah, menstration.

When you cut your face shaving, you can't just stick a tampon to your chin to hide it. Everyone knows you're bleeding, so you have to sit at home and wait for the bleeding to stop.

It's just not the same thing, I tell ya!

There's a million-dollar idea: a manpon. Invent something aesthetically appealing to throw on your face and sop up all the shaving blood.

[JoeP]

Blah, blah, menstration.

When you cut your face shaving, you can't just stick a tampon to your chin to hide it. Everyone knows you're bleeding, so you have to sit at home and wait for the bleeding to stop.

It's just not the same thing, I tell ya!
Not if you're a self-conscious wuss you can't. Real men, otoh, aren't afraid to go out with sanitary products on their faces.

eta: like bey.

[JoeP]

There's a million-dollar idea: a manpon. Invent something aesthetically appealing to throw on your face and sop up all the shaving blood.
That's a metrosexualpon. A realmanpon doesn't need the aesthetically appealing bit.

[The Lone Ranger]

A friend of mine justifies his beard by saying, "The last thing I want to do first thing in the morning, when I'm barely capable of functioning, is put cold steel to my own throat."

Cheers,

Michael

[Legs]

:laugh: a manpon

[Ensign Steve]

In first aid class we learned that a pad makes an excellent wound dressing in a pinch.

[Dingfod]

Guys could keep a store of manpons in their undershorts to enhance their manly bulge.

[Veritas]

Anyone who cuts their face while shaving is an utter cunt and deserves to suffer the seven hounds of bannination.:glare:

[livius drusus]

I saw a picture of Mischa Barton in white leggings with a large and clearly visible blood spot on her inguinal region.

[Dingfod]

Anyone who cuts their face while shaving is an utter cunt and deserves to suffer the seven hounds of bannination.:glare:An impossibility given that I shave with a Braun electric shaver.

[Veritas]

Warren, I love you. Let's have gay sex up my front bottom.

[godfry n. glad]

Anyone who cuts their face while shaving is at the mercy of an utter cunt who used it, without asking, to shave both legs and her pubis before placing it back as though it had never been used and it is she who deserves to suffer the seven hounds of bannination.:glare:

You left out some stuff, peaches, so I filled them in for you so it would be correct.

[Veritas]

I never shave my pubis. I pleat the hair and pin it up in a bun, and tuck it between my arse cheeks.

[Ymir's blood]

Guys could keep a store of manpons in their undershorts to enhance their manly bulge.
Just make sure it's the in the front.

[JoeP]

I saw a picture of Mischa Barton in white leggings with a large and clearly visible blood spot on her inguinal region.
So? Male stars can have designer stubble and claim they look good.

Anyway, "inguinal"? Isn't that a kind of pasta?

[Veritas]

I'm in love with Warren's avatar. I think his and mine should get together. Preferably with no clothes on. In my bedroom. With a camcorder.

[Leesifer]

:cough:

[Veritas]

No way, Pullo - I'm leaving you well alone. I don't want to incur the wrath of Leesifer. No way, no how.:sadno:

[Leesifer]

Wise decision, Mrs P.

[Veritas]

You might have meant Mrs Peaches, but I like to think you meant Mrs Purefoy. :love:

[Leesifer]

You know what I meant.



(It wasn't peaches)

[Veritas]

In that case, sod off and go get yourself a (gay) potent Pullo pounding, up against the wall.

Two times.:sex:

[Leesifer]

Yes ma'am.

[Veritas]

Dirty job, but someone's got to do it, I guess.

Potent Purefoy Pounding doesn't sound as...raunchy. Jizz-filled James J..? Masturbatory Marc Antony Me...Nah...Sleazy Caesar-Pleaser?!:chuckle: Wrong guy, but it sounds funny!

[bobeh]

Guys could keep a store of manpons in their undershorts to enhance their manly bulge.

I needed that the other day...I was trimming...down there. The long curlies are no fun when they...well never mind.

Anyway, exuberantly snipping away with small scissors. And suddenly there was blood everywhere.

I nearly blacked out. I had snipped a little piece of skin off the right nutsack. Every man's nightmare.

So after hopping around a bit and frantically going through cabinets to find something...I put a bandaid on it to stem the bleeding - of course dreading the day I am going to have to pull that off (lots of hair still around). A couple of days later pulled off the bandaid. Almost passed out again. And dammit it started bleeding again. Almost passed out again. Small bandaid this time.

This really is scaring me. Can a person snip right through the outer skin I wonder?

Anyway. I'll take some small facial shaving accidents any day.

[Dingfod]

Ouch. *cringe*

[JoeP]

Warren, "cringe" is the greatest understatement ever. All parts of me have shrivelled up on reading bobeh's post.

[Miisa]

I never get it when that happens to men. They often even make movements to grab themselves in sympathy when peple talk about neutering dogs.
And men, and only men, are the ones who actually order neuticles to replace the missing bits if/when they actually do get their dogs under the knife. :rolleyes:

[Dragar]

I never get it when that happens to men.

You don't cringe when you hear about another human in pain?


bobeh, don't leave us hanging (so to speak)! Has the bleeding stopped? Bleeding to death through a self inflicted scrotum wound would be a terrible way to go.

[Miisa]

You don't cringe when you hear about another human in pain?

Not quite the way even thinking about scrotum injuries seem to affect men, no.

[Dragar]

I've been told by various women that there are various places (breasts and groin were frequently mentioned) that are more sensitve to pain than usual. That doesn't affect you in the same way?

It could be a conditioned response. We might all just be cringing because we grew up around other males who cringed when it was mentioned.

[livius drusus]

I have a really gross and painful nipple story I bet would give you the classic sympathy cringes, Miisa. :pleased:

[Carnivale Ed]

Screw Miisa. I'm all ears. Bring it on.

[Dragar]

Anything involving liv's nipples has to be a good read.

[livius drusus]

Um, I did mention it was pretty gross, didn't I?

[Carnivale Ed]

Quit stalling.

[livius drusus]

Butt.

Okay. High school volleyball team practice. I was lazy and hadn't changed into my sports bra after school, so I was wearing your basic stretch satiny fabric with lacy bits one instead.

I was catching practice serves and naturally got hit in the chest by a strong ball or two. I didn't think anything of it and went on about my bidness.

About half an hour later, I start noticing this odd little pain in my right breast. It was steadily increasing, like a spreading burn, but on the inside not on the skin. Again I shrugged it off. (My coach was a former Olympian on the men's Italian team; unlike the soccer players, his kind didn't truck with no pain dramas on the court.)

Finally it got so bad that I actually felt it in my back, so I took a time-out and looked down my shirt to fish out the gigantic boring parasite which had clearly set up shop in my chest.

Wouldn't you know it, that gigantic boring parasite was none other than the lace on my bra which had been pressed deep into my nipple by my hard-hitting sisters. (Who promptly came running over to check out the freaky, needless to say.) It was sort of oozing blood and I could see the pattern of the lace in it, like bloody nipple calligraphy.

Then I pulled it out.

Some pains, you just can't describe.

Then it scabbed over for a month. The end.

[Dragar]

What a great story, and very well told.

Do you have any more?

[livius drusus]

Naw. The rest is all sleepovers and pillow fights.

[Dragar]

Oh, that's okay, we'll listen to you talk about anything...


:lecher:

[viscousmemories]

Whew, I never thought I'd make it to this page of the thread. I had to look up Mischa Barton to figure out who you were talking about, and ended up spending an hour perusing the pictures and reading the amusing commentary at Idontlikeyouinthatway.com (http://www.idontlikeyouinthatway.com).

That volleyball story is just wrong. :sadno:

[Miisa]

I've been told by various women that there are various places (breasts and groin were frequently mentioned) that are more sensitve to pain than usual. That doesn't affect you in the same way?

They are more sensitive than most areas on average, enough that the thought of waxing is ... offputting, but never to cause the knee-jerk reaction the men's stories seem to on other men.
I have a really gross and painful nipple story I bet would give you the classic sympathy cringes, Miisa. :pleased:
You have my sympathy, but not really cringes, sorry. I'm not that queasy.


But there is one thing I am never doing again. I once had a doctor stick a needle twice into each of the soles of my feet (so 4 times), ostensibly as an anesthetic. Personally, I think it migh have been less painful if had just burnt my soles off.

[lisarea]

I never get it when that happens to men. They often even make movements to grab themselves in sympathy when peple talk about neutering dogs.

One time, I was standing up from having been sitting down, and I was like, "OW!" because I got this little twinge.

So my young gentleman friend asks me what was wrong, and I tell him that I think I just got my fallopian tube snagged on my pelvic bone or whatever, but that it's OK, because it snapped right back into place.

And he instinctively grabbed his midsection as if to stabilize his own fallopian tubes.

I don't know if he's just really empathetic or if he's prone to abstractions or what, but he cringed.

[Clutch Munny]

Shaving in a hurry, late for dinner with the school principal where my wife was trying to get tenure. I was at the point of scraping the stubble right under my nose. Got a little too exuberant, and with one wayward swing, slashed the outside of my nostril.

5mm cut, blood like a Tarantino shootout. And try stopping that one with toilet paper -- not a chance. Ended up lurching off with a repair job straight out of Rube Goldberg Medical School, tape and gauze hanging out of my nostril so it looked like a slovenly paramedic had actually wandered into my nose and got stuck there.

Wife got tenure, though, perhaps winning the pity vote.

[godfry n. glad]

But there is one thing I am never doing again. I once had a doctor stick a needle twice into each of the soles of my feet (so 4 times), ostensibly as an anesthetic. Personally, I think it migh have been less painful if had just burnt my soles off.

Oooo...yeah...I remember that vividly. Getting an injection in the arch of my left foot. After the area had been numbed by a coolant. Man...that pain was more intense than the groin pain after a blow to the 'nads. I don't think I would have allowed three more. It felt like she inserted the needle and then twisted it around like she was stirring coffee.

I've not yet seen anyone here describe that anguish and pain that goes with a swift kick to the 'nads. It is an "electric" pain that "burns" into your guts and lower back immediately. It buckles your knees, then spreads to your abdomen and shoulders and neck, drops you to the ground, helpless to do anything other than curl up in a fetal position and moan. It makes you feel queesy and dizzy, some even vomit, and leaves you with a headache and body muscle cramping. All over. It fades in to what feels like a whole body toothache. It takes quite a bit of time for this feeling of helpless anguish and pain to fade sufficiently that you can arise from the ground and hobble to some safe place to lie down and recover.

Is it any wonder that men are so empathetic?

As for the cut on the scrotum, I'm sure it's a minor cut that will heal quite well. It sounded to me, the way it was explained, that the copious quantity of blood was the main issue. As I understand it, the genitals (along with the face and the scalp) are especially rich in blood vessels, and even minor cuts can bleed copiously.

A styptic pencil might have been some assistance, but placing anything that "stings" back down in the nether regions just adds insult to injury.

[Miisa]

I don't think I would have allowed three more. It felt like she inserted the needle and then twisted it around like she was stirring coffee.
I was in some sort of state of shock, I hadn't been expecting pain. It was so excruciating I just froze and couldn't even get a sound out.

Hey, I didn't get a numbing coolant! *Where's that doc...* :whup:

[ChuckF]

I needed that the other day...I was trimming...down there. The long curlies are no fun when they...well never mind.

Anyway, exuberantly snipping away with small scissors. And suddenly there was blood everywhere.

I nearly blacked out. I had snipped a little piece of skin off the right nutsack. Every man's nightmare.

So after hopping around a bit and frantically going through cabinets to find something...I put a bandaid on it to stem the bleeding - of course dreading the day I am going to have to pull that off (lots of hair still around). A couple of days later pulled off the bandaid. Almost passed out again. And dammit it started bleeding again. Almost passed out again. Small bandaid this time.

This really is scaring me. Can a person snip right through the outer skin I wonder?

Anyway. I'll take some small facial shaving accidents any day.
:faint: Ouch! That's why I use a small electric trimmer with a guard for maintaining that area. Yikes. :faint:

And liv, I must know...do you still have the pattern?

[livius drusus]

No, you brute. :hit:

[ChuckF]

That's a shame. Good conversation piece.

Hay hay hay check me out, D posts.

[livius drusus]

Aww... D for degenerate. Or is depraved? Congratulations, Chuckles. :alienglomp:

[JoeP]

The rest is all sleepovers and pillow fights.We're ready. And eager. Although a new thread might be called for.

[bobeh]

Update for those that are wondering...

I think everything is fine. The small bandaid stays on till it falls off by itself. It's clean...I shower every day....and usually the sticky stuff on bandaids eventually wears out and off they come. Saving the pain of pulling curlies out by their roots from a very sensitive area. If it doesn't fall off its there for life.

I'm assuming with the rich blood supply and sufficient time all necessary healing is happening.

I normally do use an electric trimmer...but was in a hurry and grabbed the scissors. NEVER AGAIN will I be in a hurry doing that.

My wife thought it was sort of funny. She was amazed that I didn't pass out immediately. I didn't tell her for 4 days or so.

[freemonkey]

I never get it when that happens to men.
Oh, my, I cringed at bobeh's pain, and I'm not a man. I also cringed at liv's story.

Here's what happened to me yesterday....

After weeks & weeks of rain, we had a little sunshine yesterday morning. I went and did some grocery shopping and after leaving the store, I was bouncing through the parking lot, digging the sun rays. You know those little curb things at the ends of the parking lanes? I was stepping off one and the tip of my right foot slid down, I lost my balance.

I kew I was going down, but at the last minute I caught myself. Found myself on the tips of my toes, though and down I went. Right. On. The. Kneelers. HARD.

Owwwies! I was so stunned, and it hurt so bad I did not even think of being embarassed or anything. I just sat there for about 20 seconds. Both knees of a favorite pair of pants were ripped, and it hurt the whole drive home.

When I finally got a good look at the wounds, ugh.... Let me tell you, I left quite a bit of dime-size+ skin and knee meat back in that parking lot. And I brought some of that parking lot home with me. There was dirt, sand and I think a couple little pebbles in there!

One knee is looking pretty good today. The other, not so much... makes me ill just looking at it.

How's that for gross?

[viscousmemories]

Ow shit, that sucks. Sorry freemonkey. :badday:

I can kinda relate, too. I recently started a new weightlifting routine (a little too aggressively) and spent the last couple of days suffering burning pain whenever I bent my legs. Not too bad - it only hurt when I had to walk, climb stairs, or get in and out of the car. :doh:

[pescifish]

freemonkey, my knees just cringed in painful sympathy! I hope they feel better today.

As for male vs. female pain spots, I don't know if this is common or not for other women, but I have had a hard punch or two to my cervix that damn near caused me to black-out. Each instance brought a very lovely pounding session to an icy quick death. And took a couple of generally fun sexual positions off our repertoire.

So guys, uh yeah. Size definitely can matter. Ow.

[Miisa]

I never get it when that happens to men.
Oh, my, I cringed at bobeh's pain, and I'm not a man. I also cringed at liv's story.
Cringing is one thing, I do that myself, what I am talking about specifcally is the unique relationship men seem to have with their balls, and, indeed, other men's balls. I mean the knee-jerk reaction that occurs whenever ball injury is mentioned, and, it seems, only then. I cringed and sympathised when reading your story, but I didn't grab my knees to ostensibly protect them from similar treatment, just as I cringed at Liv's story but did not feel it as pain in my nipples.
:shrug:

[Dragar]

My wife thought it was sort of funny.

She sounds a lovely woman. :rolleyes:

Only kidding! Glad you're okay. And I'm never, ever taking a pair of scissors down there, for any reason imaginable. :)

[Ymir's blood]

Here's what happened to me yesterday....
Ouch. I tripped and fell once as a child like that, except that it was on rough asphalt, the kind with protruding rocks. It turned the skin on one knee into hamburger.

[JoeP]

And I brought some of that parking lot home with me. There was dirt, sand and I think a couple little pebbles in there!Ooooo-aah. Grit in wounds - shiver.

[Sweetie]

Bunch of pussies. :P

Let's just say third-degree tears, engorged breasts, cracked and bleeding nipples which still needed to be used, afterpains, two car accidents, ummm, what else? :nyahnyah:

[freemonkey]

I mean the knee-jerk reaction that occurs whenever ball injury is mentioned, and, it seems, only then. I cringed and sympathised when reading your story, but I didn't grab my knees to ostensibly protect them from similar treatment, just as I cringed at Liv's story but did not feel it as pain in my nipples.
I'll have to watch myself to see what how I react to others' pain.... do I feel someone's pain in the exact same spot? Do I curl up into a fetal position? Do I shield my non-existant balls from non-existant incoming harm? :chin:

[cappuccino]

I've had my skull cut open and all sorts of things inserted into it. Did that make you cringe? :P

I cringed a little at the cutting scrotum story but not much, I've cut myself down there before...it was with a trimmer with a guard. I was buzzing merrily away and you know those folds of skins on the scrotum you usually have when it's relaxed. Well before I even had a chance to react, one of the folds slipped right between the guard's tooth and snagged on the blades which then sliced it open.

Ow...there sure was blood spurting but it was only a small cut, I didn't worry that much, I was more of dammit, how annoying. It healed with no problems.

I cringe every time I hear about somebody being kicked in the balls because that's a highly sensitive area and the pain is excruciating so I feel it even if it wasn't me who was kicked. Also I cringe every time somebody describe injuries to their hands, I don't know why but anything to do with hands make me cringe. If you've seen The Bourne Identity, remember that scene in the Parisian apartment where the guy shoves a pencil into this bad guy's hand, that freaked me out, in fact I'm freaking out right now just typing that.

That's a quite painful story you've got there, liv. I didn't find it gross but I'd imagine it must have been brutal. On a similiar matter involving balls during gym. I was wearing braces and in middle school. We were tossing basketballs around, one guy threw one to me and hit me smack right in the mouth. The inside of the upper lips were smashed into my braces and got entangled in there. I had to peel rip it off the braces. Now that hurt like hell and my lips were sore for the next few days.

[livius drusus]

Nose injuries -- especially breakages of any kind -- are my top cringe inducers.

[Crumb]

Let's just say third-degree tears, engorged breasts, cracked and bleeding nipples which still needed to be used, afterpains, two car accidents, ummm, what else?
Try six kidney stones. Yes, SIX! :cry:

[ChuckF]

Try six kidney stones. Yes, SIX! :cry:
:sadcheer:

Ok...I cannot contain my curiosity here. Since I'm already in a fetal position and my nutsack is somewhere around my nipples after reading through this thread, I must know. When they...come out...like, how big are we talking here?

[Crumb]

Large grain of sand.

[viscousmemories]

Isn't that an oxymoron? :chin:

[Crumb]

No, merely a lesson in context.

[pescifish]

Passing gall stones isn't any fun, either.

[Blake]

I couldn't pass my gallstones. They were almost the size of golf balls.

[pescifish]

/me cringes. All over.

[ChuckF]

I cringe every time I hear about somebody being kicked in the balls because that's a highly sensitive area and the pain is excruciating so I feel it even if it wasn't me who was kicked.
Yes. Me too. It's very difficult to explain this to women, I find. I can't imagine that any pain could compete with childbirth sans epidural, but a direct hit to the balls is just debilitating.

It is the worst acute pain I have ever felt. With the exception of that time I thought I had broken my tailbone after falling on concrete (thus ending my roller skating career), getting hit right the crotch is the only time I have ever literally seen stars and become nauseous because of the pain.

[Lauri D]

Let it be known that I can't sleep all night now, and I credit it partially to the story which involves volleyballs and brassieres with lace. The horror, the horror.

I might have to sleep the rest of my natural life with something like three bras and a camisole, just to feel safe from the possibility that IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN.

*shudder*

[Anastasia Beaverhausen]

Yes. Me too. It's very difficult to explain this to women, I find. I can't imagine that any pain could compete with childbirth sans epidural, but a direct hit to the balls is just debilitating.

It is the worst acute pain I have ever felt. With the exception of that time I thought I had broken my tailbone after falling on concrete (thus ending my roller skating career), getting hit right the crotch is the only time I have ever literally seen stars and become nauseous because of the pain.
Piss off a lady, did you, my dear? :D

[godfry n. glad]

Yes. Me too. It's very difficult to explain this to women, I find. I can't imagine that any pain could compete with childbirth sans epidural, but a direct hit to the balls is just debilitating.

It is the worst acute pain I have ever felt. With the exception of that time I thought I had broken my tailbone after falling on concrete (thus ending my roller skating career), getting hit right the crotch is the only time I have ever literally seen stars and become nauseous because of the pain.
Piss off a lady, did you, my dear? :D

Being kicked by a female is not the only way be injured in this manner. Bicycles take their toll, but my most painful was a softball hit line drive-style into my crotch.

[livius drusus]

Let it be known that I can't sleep all night now, and I credit it partially to the story which involves volleyballs and brassieres with lace. The horror, the horror.

I might have to sleep the rest of my natural life with something like three bras and a camisole, just to feel safe from the possibility that IT COULD HAPPEN AGAIN.

Oopsie. Sorry about that. Just be sure to put the camisole on underneath the bras. :giggle:

[Carnivale Ed]

Let it be known that I can't sleep all night now, and I credit it partially to the story which involves volleyballs and brassieres with lace. The horror, the horror.
Me too, but for entirely different reasons, I think.

[Dingfod]

Just get it over with, Onan, you'll sleep better afterward.

[Carnivale Ed]

:hammock: