How many times have you been tooling down the street while your significant other or perhaps a total stranger is giving you a blowjob? There is nothing like getting your cock sucked to make your troubles disappear.
Well, except for the guy in Florida, who, in the throes of passion, crossed the centerline and ran head-on into a FedEx truck!
https://www.autoblog.com/2022/06/03/florida-man-oral-sex-head-on-crash/
As you cringe, like I did, with the thought of having your dick that close to someone’s teeth while the airbag exploded. According to the news report, the driver escaped with only minor injuries to his still attached appendage. But he was lying in the street with his pants around his ankles as paramedics bandaged him up. How embarrassing!
Reminds me of Julie in Airplane when she has to reinflate Otto the autopilot.
It’s nice to read something that doesn’t involve a bunch of people getting killed. Have a great day!
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Yeah, I know some guys who wrecked or almost got wrecked getting blown while driving. I’ve experienced it and, whew, talk about an effort in concentration… but zero wrecks and not even close but, wow, what an experience…
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This was how the main character’s wife died in the series American Gods. Unfortunately, she bit down a bitt too hard in the crash and Bobbittized her partner.
That’s how the police knew what happened.
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That hurts to think about!
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This kinda reminds me of something that happened to a friend of mine, back in the ’80’s.
I lived on a lake (Congamond, the right side of the notch on the Massachusetts/Connecticut border) and had a Sea Ray 19′ with an enclosed bow. There’s nothing quite like having a dock at your house with your boat tied up to it.
This lake was divided into three parts, by roads, with tunnels connecting them. It was pretty shallow in the tunnels, so you typically had to raise the engine and pole/pull yourself through.
There were a whole bunch of bar/restaurants on the lake with docks, and as long as my boat was in the water, that’s the only way I went to them.
One Sunday, me and a buddy went to one of these places on South Pond, and since I lived on Middle Pond, we had to go through the tunnel.
His last name was Flagge, this will become important later.
So we pull up to the dock and I can see a lot of attractive young ladies on the restaurant’s deck, wearing not much of anything. They were listening to a two piece acoustic band that was playing.
So a classic “target rich environment”.
As we pull up to the dock I tell my buddy to tie up the bow, while I handle the stern.
I finish my task and am walking up the dock to the restaurant’s deck, when my buddy comes up to me and says “We have to go now. Right now!”
I look at him and nod towards the deck and say “Are you crazy? Just look at that!”
He says, “I cut my self, I cut myself BAD!”
I look at him expecting to see a severed artery, as only something as sever as that would seem to me to be justification for leaving.
I tell him “You cut yourself? Where?”
He responds “Bad!”
I almost shout “WHERE?”
“I cut my balls.”
I respond, “Oh… Oh… OHHHH!”
We jump in the boat and high tail it back to my dock and get him to the ER. I went through the tunnel at full throttle.
What had happened, was that he had straddled the bow when he was tying us up. We both were wearing swim shorts and one of his “boy’s” had slipped out and fell down into the stanchion where one would normally put a flag and when he slid off the bow, he pinched and tore the skin.
So as we drove to the ER I told him that the thing at the bow was a “flag pole holder not a flag ball holder”.
I also told him that if he was lucky, some cute ER nurse might have to shave him to make it easier for them to apply sutures.
His response was classic. “The last thing I need is more blood flowing to that area.”
Of course, when we got to the ER, he was triaged and I commented that had we spoken to a male nurse we would have been bumped to the front of the line.
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” the resulting injuries were not reported to be reproductively catastrophic.”
Lucky couple…
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For the man or the woman?
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I’m just trying to cover all the bases. LOL
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