Man, I’m not saying this didn’t happen as Darwin is a conniving fucker even from the grave, but I am challenged to understand how someone taking a whiz could get stung by a bee or wasp on their Johnson???:smack:
I lack male equipment but am still cringing at this thread.
And ladies, we are not totally safe – I once was riding somebody’s brother’s bike and slipped forward off the seat and slammed my lady bits right down on the bar. Sort of at a forward angle. The pain was…indescribable. Lots of nerves, very small area.
Owwwwwwwww.
This happened to a student of mine (I’m a behavior therapist) while we were potty-training. He was dawdling at the toilet with his pants down and kind of fiddling with the toilet seat, which caused it to slam down on his penis.
You know, if I, as a high school male, had to choose between having my mom see my junk, and having 2 girls flee the area at the mere mention that they might see my penis … I’d take door #1 any day. (I’m probably taking away the wrong message from the post, but that part (about the girls) just sounded real embarrassing to me as written/understood)
Ugh, this is the second worst injury.
I’ve done the zipper injury. Horrible.
We won’t even speak of injuries involving razors and electric trimmers.
/Why yes, I’ve done both.
//And yes, there are areas more sensitive than the penis. Just a bit south. I speak from experience.
///Everything still works
None of this exists. Well, hardly any. Should have stopped at zipper. Even that one’s bad enough, as every guy or gal knows. (Or should know).
Brain bleach statim!
What does height have to do with anything?
Evolution in action.
I presume garygnu means he is now tall enough that he is no longer in danger of guillotining the little general if the lid slams shut.
Unles he is verrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrry well endowed. 
To the OP… Your wee yin has my sympathies. Never done it myself, but was visiting a friend when her son did exactly the same thing.
A couple of years ago had a motorbike crash. Motorbike fuel tank on one side, Spot and Mrs Gerbil on the other, my bits in the middle and 45mph of instant decelaration.
Black bleeding grapefruit.
compared to that, the broken collabone was painless.
Old joke:
Q. What’s got a thousand teeth and eats weenies?
A. A zipper
Still on subject, I read some years ago about a prevelant type of motorcycle injury with I think Harley-Davidsons, but could have the wrong brand. Anyway, the gas caps were on the top of the fuel tank, just in front of the rider, and in a crash the caps would sometimes spring open, in perfect position to render the rider a permanent soprano as he slammed forward. Happened more than once.
Did I ever tell you about the time I was riding a go-kart styled pedal car down a very steep roadway? The front wheels were meant to steer and were freewheeling, while an exposed chain ran between my legs under the seat to power the rear wheels.
Well, anyway, I hit a pothole and the go-kart stopped momentarily, while I submarined underneath the shroud. Once the vehicle cleared the pothole, the momentum of the rear wheels were able to keep everything moving. My pants definitely were not form-fitting, I assume I was meant to grown into them.
Zippers aren’t nothing.
Well then he should speak for himself. I mean, even tall adults can still have this problem 
Well they didn’t flee in terror at the mention of the word penis; they left because the school nurse said “You girls need to leave now because I need to examine his penis and remove the stinger”. Sorry if I gave a different impression.
It’s just a little prick.
If they have to remove the stinger, it’s a bee.
I very nearly slammed my homeboy in a car door once by trying to get out and close the door as fast as I could. I did catch the crotch of my jeans in there, which in and of itself is the only good thing that ever came from the Giant Pants fad of the mid 90’s, because had I been wearing 2011 jeans I would have had to shoot myself on the spot to spare the suffering.
>Chanelling Andre The Giant<
I think this means some boys think this means something different from what I think you think this means.
Cartooniverse
Hadn’t seen that this old thread had been resurrected. I had hoped that my embarrassing misspelling in the title would be forever relegated to obscurity, but hey…
I’m happy to say that since I last posted the lad has kept his, er, wiener out of harm’s way, and has presumably understood the basic mechanics of the standard toilet seat. Unfortunately, he is quite content to test the limits of other parts of his body, not the least of which is his head which he, on one memorable occasion, introduced to a brick wall earning him a hematoma the size of a walnut. I just hope that each of these incidents translate into a learning experience that significantly cuts down on further experimentation.
To those of you who are skeptical of the possibility, all I can say is I know what I saw and heard. The boy was so excited about all the workings of the wonderful grownup device that it was impossible to stop constant flurry of little hands yearning to flush and work the lid while still taking care of business. He’s gotten over it now.