Sex clinic visit (lol)
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The doctors don't/won't do the coil. Or something.
She calls this place the clap clinic, it's usually filled with chavs. Apparently.
I'm pretending to walk with elephantitus of the testicles.
This is funny. She says it is not.
Who is right?
I'd post or say more, but can't say more for the tears...
She calls this place the clap clinic, it's usually filled with chavs. Apparently.
I'm pretending to walk with elephantitus of the testicles.
This is funny. She says it is not.
Who is right?
I'd post or say more, but can't say more for the tears...
Mobsta said:
Why do women who live nearby walk through the clap clinic car park short cut, to shave mere seconds off their walk, and raise their eyebrows at the innocent occupiers of various cars, like myself!?
Probably they are surprised at seeing the huge cock sitting at the wheel of a car?David87 said:
the tiny umbrella up the willy hole thing is wrong. It's more of a cotton bud up the willy hole. Enjoy.
... Pulled out at an angle using some slight sideways force just to amuse the medical professional with the resulting loud pop - after all, they have to have something to brighten up their day - some of the sights are enough to be put off rhubarb crumble for life! 
David87 said:
I watched Embarrassing Bodies last week and the tiny umbrella up the willy hole thing is wrong. It's more of a cotton bud up the willy hole. Enjoy.
Since I had a check years ago, I've heard the umbrella reference loads of times and assumed I just got lucky with the small bud thing.
jackthelad1984 said:
mat13 said:
SC7 said:
Since I had a check years ago, I've heard the umbrella reference loads of times and assumed I just got lucky with the small bud thing.
(serious for a moment)
I cant help but feel the myth about the Umberella has done a lot of damage: how many men are in fear of this and not gone for a check up, with potentially life changing or fatal consequences due to them not checking anything sooner...
There is no stigma about women checking themselves, yet there still is about men
I cant help but feel the myth about the Umberella has done a lot of damage: how many men are in fear of this and not gone for a check up, with potentially life changing or fatal consequences due to them not checking anything sooner...
There is no stigma about women checking themselves, yet there still is about men
williamp said:
(serious for a moment)
I cant help but feel the myth about the Umberella has done a lot of damage: how many men are in fear of this and not gone for a check up, with potentially life changing or fatal consequences due to them not checking anything sooner...
There is no stigma about women checking themselves, yet there still is about men
On my latest visit, they did all the tests through blood and urine only.I cant help but feel the myth about the Umberella has done a lot of damage: how many men are in fear of this and not gone for a check up, with potentially life changing or fatal consequences due to them not checking anything sooner...
There is no stigma about women checking themselves, yet there still is about men
rich1231 said:
Mobsta said:
Why do women who live nearby walk through the clap clinic car park short cut, to shave mere seconds off their walk, and raise their eyebrows at the innocent occupiers of various cars, like myself!?
Probably they are surprised at seeing the huge cock sitting at the wheel of a car?
Sorry, was trying to quote all but it didn't work on this phone.
I went to the clinic. The incomprehensible nurse kissed her teeth and asked if it was my first time.
The answer being yes, another teeth-kisser was bought in.
This one was to hold me down. The pulled the old boy's coat back, had a look around, then jammed what can only be described as a scaffold pole down my tube.
I know the waiting room heard me, the other chaps all looked very sheepish when I walked back through to get out of the torture chamber. Never again.
I went to the clinic. The incomprehensible nurse kissed her teeth and asked if it was my first time.
The answer being yes, another teeth-kisser was bought in.
This one was to hold me down. The pulled the old boy's coat back, had a look around, then jammed what can only be described as a scaffold pole down my tube.
I know the waiting room heard me, the other chaps all looked very sheepish when I walked back through to get out of the torture chamber. Never again.
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