My brother and I have matching scars on the underside of our chins.
Mine was self-inflicted - it had been snowing and stopped, I was catapulting small piles of snow into the air using a bit of wood as a seesaw. Dad says "careful, that'll fly up and hit you in the face". You get the idea.
My brother chose an alternative method of growing his six-stitch mini-beard. He jumped into a swimming-pool while executing a 180-degree volte-face, but was sadly lacking sufficient forward velocity. You get the idea.
Can you tell that we're related?
(BrianHequator was stretching owls, on, or around, Thu 12 May 2011, 12:09, Reply)