Damnit.
This weekend I was in shorts and had to do some work where I was on my knees. Now, normally I can be on my knees for hours a time and besides getting a bit dirty they are fine.
But something I did was apparently not the norm and now I have a scab on each knee. And, well, lets just say unsavory conclusions can be arrived at by observant strangers.
Dang this looks silly.
At least I got some scabs to pick so there is that I guess.
I know a guy who wears knee pads when he goes out to sex clubs, you should get a pair. 
But really I doubt any one will come to that conclusions just because of a couple of scabs.
Damn, you were too quick on the edit!
Don’t pick at the scabs!
Quite!
Should I quite this thread to myself, or should I share it?
Well, if OP is in middle school…
I hear ya , I just got back from a backpacking trip. My arms are bruised from constantly taking my 60 .lb pack on and off. I’m not a heroin addict just a backpacker, best wear long sleeved shirts for the next few days.
Augustine prayed to God for more personal chastity, but not just yet.
How skilled are you at giving blowjobs? Maybe you should just start charging for them. 
In this economy?
I did apply at Blowjobs R US. Damn waiting room was overflowing with applicants. And all those pretty mouths? I left in shame. Probably won’t even get a Dear John form letter.
I went out in the backyard and trimmed trees and bushes - wearing short sleeve shirt.
My arms are all scratched up…in an episode of Law & Order, they would take one look at my arms and assume they were defensive scratches from some victim.
I just tell people I was attacked by a bobcat.
Well, that sucks.
Of course you won’t. A john would have paid.
A friend of mine banged herself quite hard on a cabinet or other piece of furniture at work, and got bruises. Some people at her work thought her husband had beaten her.
Heh. “Banged herself quite hard” indeed.
I took a bad fall in the basement and lost the skin off both elbows. Want to go drinking together and start some wild rumors?
Some time back at the old office, one of the ladies working there was constantly banging her knee into the side of her desk.
“Ow! Man, I should get some kneepads to wear in the office”
“…”
“On the plus side, I’d probably wind up with a raise.”
I assume you heard about the tractor salesman whose wife left him?
She sent him a John Deere letter.
Okay. I’ll leave now.
Boooo!