It's nothing to do with the gay bar downstairs I assure you.
I was undermining a tree, mattock in hand before pulling it over with pulleys.
Took all day and what I thought was sweat was in fact BLOOD!
Nothing to do with BUM SEX or sitting on fenceposts like Rogered-zilla...
(And by the way that is a very good video!)
Couldn't/wouldn't cycle, take deep breaths, squeeze when required or lift anything for 4 days as I was afraid my vein would POP.
On an aside...
I got so pissed off with losing sleep with the late night anticts of the gay parade bar downstairs that last week before I left to return to the U.K, I glued up their door locks with my remaining wood filler.