Okay, okay, for those of you who know me, my writing, and my beliefs, then you would know that a best friend's friend is of course a foreskin (a fabulous part of the male penis). I'm very proud of mine, even though I haven't treated it the best over the years...but there you go. That is another story...which you can get here.

Anyway, last night...well...my best friend's friend got hurt! The poor little bugger. I imagine he would have thought those days of torture for him would have been over. Nope. It's me here! I'm Mark...love my foreskin, yet you know the old saying, treat them mean, keep them keen! 

So on with the story. We have a celebration BBQ to go to on Saturday night. It's at a good friend's house and I was hunting feverishly through my wardrobe for something to wear because I want to look my sparkly Twilight best. As you do. I was in my boxers, as I am most times when I get home from work and can't wait to get my uniform off. Anyway, I tried all sorts of articles of clothing on, but decided I liked these boot-legged blue jeans the best. 

Trouble with the boot-legged jeans is that they have a rather chunky fly zipper. And yep, my best friend (by this stage) decided to 'show himself' by wiggling his way out of my boxer opening to say hello. Like I don't know you're down there, my man! Sheesh! He has to keep reminding me. Hey, Mark, I exist you know. I'm here. Look at me. Admire me! The limelight hog! 

Well, serves him right in this instance, because, as you can probably guess, at the same time I zipped up my jeans, that was the instant my best friend decided to wiggle out of his silken 'Garfield' motif home and make an appearance. Yep, the tip of my foreskin got nipped by the zipper's teeth!

Fucking OUCH!!!! FUCKITY FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!

The tip of my foreskin now looks like he's got a fat lip! The poor baby. Lee of course came running into the wardrobe (we have a walk in) and offered assistance. But let me tell you, when foreskin is owie, no amount of 'ooh that looks nasty' will make things better. Not even 'kisses better'. Now, before all you pro-circ nut jobs get on and say this wouldn't have happened if you were circumcised. Um...no. If it happened to me without a foreskin, I'd be in hospital right now with a mangled head! 

My foreskin saved me from myself again! He is a lovely dear, really. Why do I treat him so bad! LOL Anyway. I've been putting some antiseptic cream on and in a couple of days all will be well. Ready for me to torture him again...if I so fancy.  

*sigh* 

Looks like I'm wearing track pants tonight at that celebration BBQ! The plus side...track pants equals good bulge showing :)