I'm not very squeamish,
But these stories are honestly making my skin crawl...

Anyway, onto my story.

Picture the scene, three year-old hatrack pootling about in his bed room, waiting for Papa hatrack to call "bath time" from the far end of the landing. I use to love bath time, don't really know why, I just got a real kick from sitting around in warm water and splashing about, like any normal three year-old... kids who make a fuss about bathing are just weird.

So anyway, that eagerly awaited cry of "bath time!" floated across the landing into my little three year-old ears. I jumped off my little bed and sprinted the five metres or so from my room to the bathroom. Just as I reached the door, I somehow caught my little foot on the carpet separator and tripped at an incredible speed, directly towards the toilet. I reached the apex of my flight around halfway across the room, and my wee forehead smacked right against the edge of the toilet seat.

Now, I remember the bathticipation, I remember the sprinting across the landing, I remember the flight through the air, but the actual collision and subsequent blood-bath (fnar-fnar) are a complete blank to me. Put it down to trauma. Needless to say, I had split my forhead right across the middle and as has already been mentioned many times in this QOTW, heads just never stop bleeding! My dear old daddy hoisted me off the floor and wrapped a towel round my head. Apparently the towel almost instantly went red, and I looked like some sort of flamboyant Arab.

I was rushed out the front door, my dad shouting "Accident! Going to the hospital!" to my heavily pregnant mother and two older brothers... I spent the night at Lewisham Hospital, and passed a few weeks with a big white cross shaped plaster on my forehead. Even now, sixteen years after the fact, I have a quite noticeable scar bang in the middle of my forehead. And yes, I have been called Harry Potter, which is why I generally wear my hair with a fringe.

Enormous cock, I've got. Really, just massive.
(notjustahatrack peeling a sausage..., Mon 11 Aug 2008, 21:39, 2 replies)

Me too
I started high school about the same time that the first Potter novel came out. I had the dark hair, the big round glasses and even a scar, thanks to a previous incident with my brother's air rifle.

My cock's pretty massive too. We should start a club.
(Helixdaunting, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 7:05, closed)

Or you could use it a club
My little bro has dark hair with a calves lick and glasses - no scar though - still gets called HP.
(bazmorningstar efil4nat3b, Tue 12 Aug 2008, 10:23, closed)