Shoulder exercise + flailing penis = PAIN.
Trust me on this one.
My shoulder injury is somewhat related to the fact that I enjoy going to the gym.
I love going to the gym.
It changed me from a standard pipsqueak…
Holy sh*t.
…that was f*cking scary.
Ok…
…so the gym changed me from a standard pipsqueak…
…to a pipsqueak with muscles.
(the chicks DO love their muscled short guys…
…at least, this is what I tell myself. Please, people, don’t take this away from me.)
Anyway…
…going to the gym eventually helped f*ck up my shoulder…
…requiring me to get cortisone shots.
(not sure if you knew that…but I like to press the point)
When you’re just a hair over five feet tall, you’re not exactly “OH MY GOD” head turning material for the ladies.
Unless it’s like:
“Oh my God…he’s like a man…only SMALLER.”
As such, I’ve had to make up some ground by hitting the gym.
Hey…SOMETHING had to work.
When you can’t go up, go OUT.
Anyway, I’ve never really had any bad gym injury experiences except for one (that will be “Story #2“).
But I’ve watched it happen to other people.
..and this…sometimes…
…can be fun to watch.
Story #1: Pinch an Inch
A few years ago, my buddy Rob and I were in the gym at work.
It was “shoulder” day.
One of these exercises we did was called “lateral raises.”
A lateral raise entails taking a dumbbell in each hand…
…raising them up and out to your sides…
…and then bringing them back down in front of you.
(end of personal training session – that will be $85, please)
Weight goes up.
Weight goes down.
Easy enough.
Rob was doing this with 20 pound dumbbells in each hand.
As such, Rob was kind of swinging the dumbbells up to his sides, then bringing them back down quickly.
Weight goes up.
*GRUNT*
Weight comes crashing down.
*CLANK!!*
Weight goes up.
*GRUNT*
Weight comes crashing down.
*CLANK!!*
You’d hear the “clank” of the iron as the weights met each other at the bottom of his movement…
…hands in front of his waist.
Except…
…for the last time he did it.
You see…
Rob is a “commando” kind of guy.
He floats free.
His bits and pieces bobbling ever so happily in his sweatpants.
(On a side note, I’ve tried this myself but can’t get my junk to stop sticking to my legs.
STUPID sticky balls! WHY WON’T YOU LET ME BE FREE?!?!?
So I don’t try going commando anymore unless it’s fishstick day in the cafeteria.
…you wouldn’t understand.)
…but I digress…
So there’s Rob…doing his lateral raises…
…wiggly and berries bouncing around in there like they’re listening to the BackStreet Boys…
..and…during his last rep…well…
His..um..“member” happened to jump in the way of the weights.
Weights go up.
*GRUNT*
Weights come down.
As the weights came down in his hands…there was no “clank.”
Just a soft….
*thunk*
Yeah, guys.
*thunk*
Apparently, “thunk” is the sound of two dumbbells crashing into a penis…
40 pounds of force pinching a twig.
…and he dropped…
…like a ROCK.
(Right now…my male readers who are not eunichs are all crossing their legs in pain)
Rob: “ARRRGGGHHH!!!…OOOOOHHH!!”
(string of expletives and some gurgling noises follow)
This writhing, moaning and screaming continues for a few minutes…
…while I stand there…holding my own package in a fit of “Pain by Proxy.”
…finally…he manages to catch his breath…
…he opens his sweatpants to view the carnage…
…and says to me:
“Oh MY GOD…LOOK AT THIS!“
Ummm…
…Rob…?
I don’t want to look at it.
I don’t want to look at ANY man’s love-dangle and goo-cherries…
…let alone look at mangled ones.
But…
…friends being friends, sometimes you have to examine each others broken penis.
(this is what I tell myself to keep from having nightmares about it)
A road-rashed, splintered and bleeding penis is, by my account, NOT attractive.
I don’t think he’s done a lateral raise since.
That poor, poor bastard.
But at least he didn’t have to get a cortisone shot in his sack.
Actually…
I’d rather have the shot.