My friend was on his way home from Uni today when he ran into this guy:
Heres what my friend said about it:
"After a woefully boring lecture in Computer Security this morning, I decided that I would go via the shops on my way home. After a weekend of accidental vegetarianism - there wasn't any meat left in the household, and I couldn't be bothered to buy any - I went to Sainsburys and bought some animal flesh to sustain me for the next few days. Little did I expect what I would encounter next!
I was walking down Cornmarket (the second-worst street in Britain, according to BBC listeners) when outside of Starbucks I spied a large, bulbous beige thing grasping a bucket. I thought to myself, "Is that a man-size, bipedal scotum walking down the street? I must learn more", as I walked towards it. I struck up conversation with this humongous scrote, pointing out that it was about time I gave myself an inspection, so to speak. The ballsack informed me, in a kindly Irish accent, that it was important to check at least every two months, in order that, should I have any weird lumps, I can have a clear idea of when they emerged. I gave him some money to help advance the cause, and I was on my way."
I couldn't believe it when he told me. You don't see this every day do you?![]()


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nearly as many men die of prostate cancer as women, only trouble is Men are too stubborn to get help when they need it or don't bother checking themselves ( so guys! make sure you check yourselves regularly, or even better get your Wives/Girlfriends to check for you

