There are stories that yu are told in your lifetime which affect you deeply and then there are those which dont affect you at all except to make you cringe and laugh like a maniac. This is one of the latter.

I am drunk so I hope this story is as funny sober as it was to me tonight. I have written beore about a mans love for his clothes and how we will never give up on them even when they are well past there use by date. This may help a few of us recover.

A guy we shall call Harry because that is the nickname I gave him (looks just like Prince Harry.. the problem with giving nicknames is that you get one back.. I am now Shrek) had a pair of old shorts. The shorts ripped more and more everytime he wore them.

This wasnt the problem, nor was the problem that the whole was at the crutch of the shorts. They still kept everything covered unless he sat with legs parted. Wearing underwear, no-one would have noticed anyhows. The problem was all of these tings combined with mans love of going without underwear.

Sitting on a bench waiting for a tram he was noticing occasional strange looks from those around him but he thought nothing of it. Didnt occur to him that he may have been showing and probably didnt bother him if he was.

As the tram came he went to stand up andwithout noticing one of the boys testicles had not only set itself free but had somehow manged to find its way between two of the slats on teh park bench.

Invountarily he screamed and sat back down, trying to subtlely free himself he noticed there was no way out. He couldnt reach the offending testicle and people had started to gather round him. Obviously noone was willing to free his testicle for him so he had to keep wriggling around totry and get it out.

Far from actually setting him free, the other testicle found its way through the seat and now he was truly trapped. People were all watching as he did everything possible to free himself and stop himself from crying.

Eventually such a crowd developed that it caught the attention ofthe local constabulary who came along and pushed through the crowd to find out what was going on. Placing on a latex glove, the policeman gently freed young Harry and sent him on his way. Harry didnt catc the tram that day but instead called in sick to work and took the shorts tohis mum and had them mended.

There is really no moral to this story but god it mademe laugh and who out there doesnt ned a smile???

Keep Smiling

Jason

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