Clackerbag

[>New research *seems* to indicate a danger in keeping a powerful radio transmitter so close to one's gonads...] You could accidentally catch yer clackerbag under the morse key.

When I was a kid, I somehow managed to knacker my (just dropping) bollocks up. I honestly can`t remember how, the trauma of knackering my clackerbag must have put it out of my mind, and its not the kind of question I can ask me mam when I nip around for a cuppa...

I typed KP Nuts... next thing I see OFT walk in, touch up the barmaid and get a knee in the clackerbag.

Ross looked back and forth between the dog and the child, the latter still glistening with intent and the former continuing to fixate upon his nads[…]. Why didn’t the anorexic mongrel solve both problems by sidling over and licking the self-emoliating rug-rat’s mitts, thus taking the edge off its appetite and its eyes off his clackerbag?