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There have actually been documented cases of penis' exploding. I can't even try to conjure up a visual. Makes me cringe just thinking about it. If you could time it during intercourse though, she might like it. But you'd be a one trick pony. One and done just like the Lions.

From a severe overdose of viagra or was it just spontaneous combustion? LOL
Heck I can still remember back to when I was 16 and working filling up the tanks of boats who pulled in for gas at the dock. Boats filled with gorgeous teenage honey's in their little bikini's. There were a lot of times I thought my dick was gonna explode.![]()
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Dagan81 say BEAR DOWN!
Here's one. not sure what is was that caused it. And I'm not planning on doing any research. Although the thought of research in this area would be worthwhile, the price would be too high. Gues they could graft on a vibrator which would have the women standing in line...
Penis Exploded During Sex. Any Comments? - Yahoo! Answers
soulman say BEAR DOWN!

There's always the story of Chuck Negron to reflect upon when it comes to the exploding penis story, houston:
Twisted Tales: Three Dog Night Singer Suffers Groupie-Related Groin Injury
- Posted on May 9th 2008 5:00PM by James Sullivan
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It was 'Spinal Tap' that gave us the concept of the exploding drummer. That, however, was fiction. In the real world of rock stardom, it was Three Dog Night that gave us the exploding penis.
According to Chuck Negron, one of the three lead singers of the band that virtually lived in the Top 40 in the early 1970s ('Joy to the World,' 'An Old-Fashioned Love Song,' 'One'), his by-the-book excesses -- sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll, followed by (a lot) more sex --eventually led to a brutal incident in which he found himself holding his bleeding instrument, split open "like a hot dog," in an emergency room in Oklahoma.
In his book 'Three Dog Nightmare,' Negron recounts the buildup to this traumatic event. He went to see a doctor to get help with his organ, which was growing swollen and chapped from overuse. "In my ignorance I thought, 'Wow! It's just like working out a muscle. It's going to be huge!'"
The doctor, however, was appalled. He made the singer promise to quit shtupping, cold turkey.
A week later the singer spotted a beauty queen backstage, "a Miss-Something-or-Other" who was ignoring the advances of his bandmates. Back in Negron's room, one thing quickly led to another. Suddenly, he heard a ripping sound: "Tsh-tsH-tSHTSH!"
The embarrassment, he reports, was even more painful than the injury. Everyone on the hospital staff was "pointing and giggling," and the doctor who stitched his manhood back together laughed all the while.
Yet the experience didn't stop him. Negron's book is fully engorged with tales of run-ins with groupies, including the Butter Queen from Dallas and Little Rock's Sweet Sweet Connie (who was immortalized in Grand Funk Railroad's 'We're an America Band').
He's also frank about his substance abuse: "I was a hardcore drug addict for twenty-five years," he writes. When heroin took control of his life, he lost his "five-thousand-square-foot, Mediterranean-style villa" in the Hollywood hills and began sleeping on a filthy mattress in the corner of an abandoned building.
Now clean and sober for 17 years (and presumably practicing a safer brand of sex), the still-touring singer knows his is a cautionary tale. Still, he can't help but admit some amusement from the memories.
This, after all, is the guy who sang 'Easy to Be Hard' and 'Mama Told Me Not to Come.'
soulman say BEAR DOWN!

Now's there's a line I can appreciate!
I thought I'd heard most of the Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll stories out there but this is a new one on me. I knew about his drug addiction but somehow whoever wrote about him must have skipped over this part. LOL
Please Doc!!!!!!!! Tell me you can fix it!!!![]()
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The comments are as funny as the story is bizarre.
The only visual image I'd even care to contemplate is one from the old Road Runner cartoons where Wyle E. Coyote sets up a cannon or something to take out the Road Runner and it misfires so you see him standing there are covered in black powder and the barrel of the Acme Cannon is peeled back like a banana.
Or Bugs plugging the barrel of old Yosemite Sams gun and it backfires leaving the barrel peeled back, LOL.
I can see how accidentally breaking a blood vessel in the old love gun during oral sex might be a bit of a problem which is why we should avoid women with a huge over bite but the guy with the belt sander in between the couch cushions?????? That's way over the top. Poor guy should have checked one of these out.
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How did this get from James Brown to a sex robot? O..o

I'm getting to that age where a lifetime warranty just doesn't mean as much to me anymore as an afternoon nap.
Honey Badger Don't Care. Honey Badger Don't Give a Shit.