I got to bed late last night after I had caught up on a big bag of paperwork. This morning I tried to have a lay in but infant MDN and Mrs MDN decided that was unlikely to happen. In the end I pulled the pillow over my head and tried to battle against the noise of the hoover. All went quiet and I thought I was in for a promise as I could feel hand movement round my plums........ I pretended to be asleep. Then the hoover fired up and my schlong started to vanish at a great rate of knots down the tube of the dyson. FCUK me it hurt, the pitch changed as it grabbed my scrote and started to force a bollock down the tube.......... I was frozen in fear and Mrs MDN was useless for laughing. It seemed like an eternity before the power was cut and I now have a bruise on my bag. I really thought the poor thing was going to be severed I had the last laugh though as with a little teasing action etc the dyson make an awesome noshing machine, privided you use the end nearest the handle and keep the on switch close to hand.