I heard about last night. I feel so bad for him.

Nah, I know. He called me at like 3:30 in the morning. He was in such pain.

Could you imagine that? To have that kind of problem? How did it happen?

What happened was he woke up in the middle of the night and instead of picking the seat up he sat down on the toilet and his cock got caught in between the seat and the other part. He nearly crushed the whole fuckin' head.

Really?

Yeah, so I called the ambulance. They came over, put some ice packs on it and took him to the emergency room.

That's so crazy.

Yeah, what was funny was in the ambulance the paramedic didn't want to hold the ice on that big fucking cock head of his. The paramedic was so busy admiring the custom built hole. He thought it was so special.

What time did you get home?

I don't even know. Maybe seven in the morning. They had to put some stitches around the ridge. They had a plastic surgeon come in so he doesn't have a scar. And he actually suggested that he have some kind of spring system put into his thighs to accommodate the weight of his ball bag.

That would be a good idea. It would solve a lot of problems a little later in his life. You know the hanging ball syndrome?

Yeah I know. We're going to discuss it later this week when we play Governors in Levittown. But now I need to get some sleep. I'm really exhausted.

Okay, let me call Flourtine and let him know everything's okay with Eric's cock.