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October 17, 2026, 05:50:58 AM

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[pcman]

i have to do it stumpers free piercing story

this was deleted over at the other forum  but i just had to share with those who missed out on the read LOL




Free peircing

    A number of years ago I was invoved in a job that left my scarred physically and mentally, to the point that I can only write about it now and I think it would be good for me emotionally to get it out there, hope you guys don't mind.
    The year: 2002 Location: east perth drug rehab facility Job: Overhaul of half the building (electrical for me)
    I arrived at the job with my supervisor to meet with the Carpenters that would be doing the structual work there, at first glance I could have sworn that they were patients of the facility but they assured us they were the real deal, firstly the tradie was a........ well barely passed as a woman, shaved head tatts up her face ect ect. My supervisor and I agreed to rename her "concrete tits", her club derro offsider was running on 4 of 6 cylinders and was closely studying his hammer for what I would of thought was a bit too long, "It's a hammer bro" I blurted out for some unknown reason. "YEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH HAHAHAHA" was his reply, "**** me, what the **** is going on here" I thought to myself. Anyway me and my half baked companions got to work and to say that the conversations were mind bogling would be an understatement LOL.
    I was crawling through the roof space running some cables and I had to get myself into a tight spot to drop a cable, it took me a good 5 minutes to squeeze myself into this spot and getting out was no quick getaway, as I was listening to the murmmers and feet dragging of the patients in the hall below I heard an exhaust fan start up about 2 meters to my left, my worst nightmare was about to unfold, this fan had no ducting to the outside world, venting straight into the roofspace, Have you smelt what a druggo thats on methadone smells like as there body is trying to turn itself inside out and trying to evacuate it's demons, I'm not easily rattled fellas but I instantly started spewing violently as this punget thick creature from hell (aka the methadump) entered the roof space were it gained strength like a cyclone from the extra heat in the roof thanks to the wonderful job that the cool and cosy insulation was doing, As I was trapped in a spot that I was laying in face down I continued to chunder like a fountain, I have lifted my head which touched the scorching hot roof tin which of course made me shove my face right back into my own spewlake, now I had a mixture of chuck and cool and cosy **** stuck to my face. Not happy JAN!!!!!!! I made my way out of there with my eyes burning and covered in ****. Don't worry it gets worse.
    I have finally made it back to the main roof space and walking along the roof battens when my doubts about "concrete tits" and the neanderthol are realised to be accurate, I have stepped onto a batten that they have forgotten to nail in, my foot slips as the batten rolls from under it and as one of my legs penetrates the gyprock ceiling and it looks as though I'm about to go through completely and **** myself up real bad my descent suddenly stops................................then the PAIN sets in, I have impaled myself on a nail that is sticking out of a rafter, this nail has caught me and stopped me from falling all the way through the ceiling, I had to look at what was caught, as I unzipped the front of my shorts I nearly passed out when I saw the nail sticking out of my jocks and the blood starting to spread, yep you guessed it, right through my nut sack, "AAHHHHHHHHHHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKKK!!!!" so there I was one leg hanging out the ceiling hanging from my ball bag, I called out to "concrete tits" to give me a hand, so after she stops laughing her guts out she supports my leg enough to take the weight off my berry bag so I can pull my scrote off this nail. I layed in the roof for some time, balls in hand until I could muster up the courage to get myself out of the roof.
    Off to hospital I go, face and shirt covered in spew smelling sticky insulation and my balls in my hands covered in blood, 4 stitches and 9 years of emotional baggage later I am finally making progress.
    Cheers

[Stumper]

Thanks PC, at least political correctness hasn't taken over the whole world, hope you enjoyed my misfortune LOL

[BigNorm]

your aggots have copped a pounding, a few times i turn on the internet and there's a well laid out story how you've either had the snip, the unsnip, the snip again or now impaling them.

there's a joke about it being safer to keep them in your missus purse but i cant think of it right now, sorry

[Stumper]

Your right Norm they have been in the wars, but you added an extra snip, I've been disconnected and reconected but I haven't got them chopped up again, not yet anyway LOL. I have impailed them, been kicked in them, had shards of plastic imbedded in them from a broken box when a cricket ball was hit into them at close range and they have been jumped on a number of times during the raising of my children. I therefor declare that I have balls of steel that can't be rivaled HAHAHA