Was running late for work one day and was scrambling around to find a shirt.. I found one hanging on a hanger on the back of our beedroom door. Put it on, tucked it in, then sat down on the bed to put on my shoes. Bent over... PAIN... in my crotch !!! Guys feel pain all the time but very seldom is the pain in their Johnsons. Jumped up.. whipping open my pants " I'm thinking spider biting me ??" Look down and there is a sewing needel hanging from a piece of thread from the bottom button on the shirt.. The needle is in my weiner " bigtime" . I 'll leave out the rest. The part where I freak out, and then pull it out. My wife claimed when confronted that I deserved it, and my freinds pretty much agreed..

The wife and buddies have had years of slams on me over it, and its hard for me to tuck shirts in to this day.