Crazy Welsh

Flicking through a magazine earlier this week at the gym, my own pain paled in comparison to that of a crazy welshman who'd obviously had far too much to drink. Down at his local pub, watching the rugby with his mates, he made a bet that noone in their right minds would take seriously as to what he'd do in the highly unlikely eventuality of the Welsh winning the match. Unfortunately for him, but a stupendous event to everyone else, the Welsh won for the first time in twelve years. So this the guy staggers home and turns up later that evening, presumably bloody and the worse for wear, having just sawn of his balls and come back with them in hand to show he was a man of his word. It's probably a good thing that he's long longer contributing to the gene pool...