Actually
now I think about it, the scar on my abdomen would be where they took out my appendix - the scar on my finger would be where my wedding ring got embedded after catching it on something or other. Sorry.
(squonk, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:52, Reply)

oh...
I also have a scart - on my DVD player (but I don't suppose that counts...)
(squonk, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:50, Reply)

I have a scar on my finger
where they took out my appendix - the hard way
(squonk, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:48, Reply)

I wish I had a camera...
Because you can still see the stitch marks where they stitched my lower lip back onto my jaw following a bicycle accident when I was 7 or 8. I flew about 50 feet and landed face-first on my chin. The worst part was when the doctor made me rinse out the wound with salt water before they would give me any anesthetic. I also have a visible groove across my left shinbone from getting kicked in a football match - luckily, my shinguard held in most of the blood or I might have had to stop playing.
( kingoffools, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:38, Reply)

"I slipped on the soap", and other likely excuses...
When I was at an all girls boarding school, there was this stupid rule that you were only allowed 10mins for a bath. (You try running the water, washing your hair and shaving your legs, etc all in under 10mins!).

Anyway, (I know this is every mans fantasy), but we came up with the idea of sharing baths to get twice the time. Seriously, that was the only reason - at least with the girls I bathed with.

Anyway, there we were, two of us in the bath, and I was just about to get out. I was in a half-standing position when the other girl suddenly slips and comes rushing towards me quickly followed by a tidal wave of water. She pushes me over and the top of my arse crack comes into contact with the archaic rusty tap.

Anyway to cut a long story short:
1. Lots of blood in the water and everywhere.
2. Me running around panicked, naked and bleeding.
3. Her running around panicked and naked asking if I'm okay.
4. Lots of girly screaming.
5. Me refusing to see the nurse out of sheer embarrassment.
6. More girly screaming and sillyness.
7. Major cleanup and coverup job to avoid having to tell the nurse.

I still have emotional scars, but it's a little difficult to check if I have a physical one. Think I'd need a periscope or something...
(Peelmytangerines, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:32, Reply)

I've got some scars in the making!!
Last Wednesday night me and my mates went out on the raz and got absolutely wankered. After stumbling home we decided to have a bit of fun by seeing what happened when you put different things in the microwave. First came the tin foil (creates lovely fireyness), then the egg (explodes and makes a mess), and so we moved onto vegetables. I picked up a whole cucumber at one end with my left hand, and a dirty big knife with my right hand. With the intention to chop the green thing in half in mid-air, ninja styles, I swung the knife back and brought it thundering down. Strangely enough my mate screamed first, as initially I didn't notice i'd chopped down to the bone of my left thumb and pointy finger. I thought it was hilarious though and proceded to run around shouting "Look what i've done!!", like an excited child. Swift trip to hospital later and I'm still waiting for it to heal, with a distinct possibility of nerve damage to my thumb. At least it wasn't my wanking hand. Hope I can impress the ladies with whatever mark gets left behind.
(PenrhynGwyndaf, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:31, Reply)

3 inch scar on forearm
About 4 years ago at work, I was finishing up the last car of the morning, just before noon. I was putting away a can of aerosol glass cleaner. Right after, I heard an odd tearing sound, then noticed my arm felt numb. I looked down, and to my horror my arm was torn open, exposing fat and muscle, but surprisingly it wasn't spurting blood as one would expect. In fact, there was no blood at all. Went to the hospital and required 20 stitches.

So what happened? The complete idiot I worked with had left a razor tool (blade on a screwdriver handle) on top of a stack of terry cloths, and when I put the aerosol away it spun round and fell to the ground, slicing me in the process.

Today, the scar resembles a flying saucer, or female genitalia, depending on how my arm is positioned.

Apologies for length, etc.
( Hosehead, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:29, Reply)

doggy!
Was round a mates house and couldn't sleep. was lying in bed, with his big arse grey hound lying on top of me, and whenever i moved it growled. so i was there, sitting in complete darkness, unable to move because of this fecking dog. so finally i get fed up, and just try to shift the dog. The dog then gets up, goes up to my face, and bites my eyebrow. now got a fecking scar there
(spike4848, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:27, Reply)

and another thing....
As well as the previous lot there is also the scars as a result of a rather stunning reaction to some of the vicious bastard insects in the new forest (probably transmitting some nasty pony disease) people ask if I've had smallpox or something.
(lankymike, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:25, Reply)

Finger Scar
Got a scar on my finger from an extremly rusty, pointy railing for a... fire escape! What a stupid system...
(Pigmash, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:23, Reply)

Mild but funny
I have a couple of scars from days when I did my best to prove that I knew best:
At the age of 5 having an injection I decided to tense my arm to find out why people said that you shouldn't, result one nice deep scar that confused the hell out of the nurse giving me my BCG immunisation 10 years later.
Other than that I have chunks missing from my knees from mountain biking and an early attempt at base jumpng from a slide in the park, a 1.5" long scar on my head from headbutting a lab stool when some scopie legged me up in a science lab; you could see bone all along it when it eventually got cleaned up 8 hours later (stupid school first aider) I only noticed I was bleeding when I ran my hand trough my hair and then left a bloody hand print on my text book.
Woo for Length, sadly no girth :(
(lankymike, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:21, Reply)

woke up
new years day 2005 round my mates. my mate goes you got a cut on your fore head i went to look in the mirror moleste cut/ lump found out later that i had walked fucked out of my face at full speed into a wall fallen over and strted shouting fuck.
(fwack bang on it, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:18, Reply)

at work
im a plumber i was trying to push a fitting onto a bit of pipe slipped sliced a moleste chunk out of one of my fingers then theres this chemicalc i use to join pipes flux went in the chunk that had been taken out stung like fuck big pink scar there now.
(fwack bang on it, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:15, Reply)

mate of mine
when we were still at school we were doing an experiment which involved burning magnesium in crucibles and then weighing the crucibles anyways my mate thourght it ould be a good idea to weigh his hand on this set of electronice scales which also happened to be extremely hot anyways burns his hand gets a big fuck of blister that covers the whole of the palm of his hand we all laugh at his stupidity he ends up in hospital twice once wen it happend and then once again when it turned septic he also ended up with a moleste scar
(fwack bang on it, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:13, Reply)

oh, and...
I also have several scar dots from bug bites, as well as one from taking a spill down icy stairs whilst wearing stilettos. and I shouldn't forget the time when I shaved off some skin by accident.
(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:03, Reply)

Hmm...
There are a couple on my hands where I've done such intelligent things as touch hot grills, but the others are more interesting.

One memorable one is hidden by my right eyebrow, from when my brother hit me in the head with a golf club. Woo for brain damage!

I've been hit in the head with a large chunk of concrete. There is now a small depression at the base of my skull, on the left side.

And I just got a few new ones, I just got out of the hospital after a wreck this morning. There was a bale of hay rolling down the center of the road, we were speeding, and swerved to avoid it, and the wehicle flipped three times on my side. My seatbelt snapped, and instead of going through the windsheild I hit the bar between window and windshield. Head first. Such fun.

Head injuries anyone?

Funny thing is, right before I left the house I thought about posting here, then I decided I'd wait until I got back. Half an hour later, I had a few more to put up! Now it looks like I've got another by my right eye, a couple more on my hands, and some on my right arm.
(Fodqou, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:02, Reply)

When I lived in Hawaii
...we had shower doors instead of shower curtains. I was bathing using one of those mesh sponges and when I went to rinse it off, I started to shake it to get the excess water off. My hand grazed the door handle and took a small chunk out of my hand between my pinky and ring finger.

I also have serveral scars from scratches made by rabbits behaving badly.
( themaltesebippy uses a sonic screwdriver to remove unsightly hairs, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 18:00, Reply)

Hole in my leg
I visited my local dealer in de mean green stuff on a Friday night. After having puffed away happily for about an hour and downing a few beers in the process I decided now was about the time I ought to leave for the bar I was going to visit that night.

Out the door I go and on to my bycicle I hop (like the true Dutchman I am), I hadn't even cycled 10 meters before I my leg got caught behind a permanent metal traffic cone.

I fell over but quickly jumped on my bycicle again and drove of in embarresment arriving safely at the pub several minutes later.

After having sat there for a couple of hours I thought the leg of my trouser was somewhat wet. I checked and yes, blood. A remarkable lot of it. I notice I'm not actually bleeding anymore so don't think more of it and continue the night.

To this day I have a nice hole/dent in my leg where there used to be flesh. Lovely.

I was young and stupid, now I'm just stupid.
(SlaineMacRoth, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:57, Reply)

merry christmas to me
a few years ago we got a christmas tree that needed its base levelled a bit. since we're low-tech folk, I had to break out the rusty hatchet (after trying a rasty hand-saw that didn't work). After a swift blow to the trunk, I felt a burning pain in my hand. It turned out to be an inch long piece of iron that had chipped off the blade and flown into my hand. Went to the ER and got it removed, but I still have the scar. My dreams of being a lady lumberjack were thence diminished.
(The 3rd Duchess of Spank, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:55, Reply)

Embarassing Scar
I once carved the name of a whorebitch who spurned my advances into my chest with a rusty razor blade.

How my wife and I laugh now. Laugh. Ha ha. ha. HA!

Bitches.
(Greatest Bloke, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:52, Reply)

NEVER demand drunken piggybacks!
Met up with mates from Uni in Brum as it is in the middle and my friends parents Auntie Haze and Big Les are kind enough to let us all kip down in grannies flat round the corner. All afternoon drinking ensues followed ny a few in the local with Big Les and a curry.

I tried to stop drinking I really did, it is a measure of how drunk I was that when Big Les insisted on buying me drinks I had to have Baileys.

Post curry I really need a piggy back - demand one - get ran away from fall on my face. Get up going I am fine! Look at my friends faces says I am not, 10stitches later I have a really mean scar right by my left eye. I literally could have had my eye out!
(Bezmina, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:48, Reply)

my friend once gave me a chicken scratch
and it left an inch long scar on the back of my hand, but my the pride of my collection is the scar that raps round my thumb, from when i chopped it off in a car door!
( Johno says the chances of anything coming from mars are a million to one But still they come on, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:48, Reply)

i havbe a disapointingly small scar on my eyebrow
from crashing into my mate while moshing.

At the time there was blood everywhere, i stumbled to the loos to try and clean it up a bit. This just had the effect of spreading it around the whole sink area,which by the time my mate, Clare came in (all the boys were to scared to go in the girls loos) looked like someone had performed some kind of surgery in there.

Being in a skanky indie club, i was then handed a damp bar cloth to clean up with (didn;t trust it so i just caught the drips) and spent 6 hours covered in dried blood waiting to be sewn up in the hostpital.

Next day i looked like I'd been in a fight as I had very bruised eyes. Also i spent most of the day sleeping and can't remember anything else I did, i think i may have been a bit concussed.
( Citizen Cavy Admires your passion for conformity, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:41, Reply)

Infinite mothers wisdom
I was running....as kids do and tripped over and mangled my knee on some fairly nasty bricks...looked down in horror to see kneecap coming through. My friends mother calls my mother saying....Steve has a scratch on his knee and cannot walk home....mother duly arrives, slaps an Elastoplast on it and changes dressing for three weeks until it stops weeping - cue pain three years later....I still have the gravel in my knee - estimate of 6 stitches would have fixed it nicely....but now have a conversation point scar
(essbeenz there done that, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:36, Reply)

More...
I have some pictures of this, but they're rubbish.

Basically I managed to get hot oil all over my hand while cooking one night, it didn't hurt too much at the time, and I went on to finish cooking and eat the meal I'd made, but come bed time it was hurting like buggery.

I was lying in bed literally not able to lie still because it hurt so much, so I went and got a big pan from the kitchen and filled it with ice water, put it by the side of my bed and lay there with my hand dangling into this pot. At some point I thought "Hold on, I probably shouldn't fall asleep with my hand in a pot of water, if urban myths have taught me anything" so I lay there in pain the whole night.

At some point I fell asleep, woke up in the morning, my hand is all red and most of it is blistered. I go into lectures, and have an electronics practical, during which I manage to drop a heated soldering iron onto my hand, which hurt a lot (as you might expect). Then my bastard of a mate notices my moleste blisters and comes up with a great plan, while our lecturer goes out for a cigarette break, I get pinned down, probes attached to either end of the biggest blister, and about 40 volts run through it.

Theres nothing quite like the feeling of your own puss boiling beneath your skin before it bursts out in a feiry torrent of yellow disgustingness. But most of it went on my mate. Ha, I win, in the most minor way possible.

That was a few months ago, I still have skin discolouration where the exploding blister was.
(Jon Norris, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:31, Reply)

mine are all comically lame.
I've got a large, rather visible scar on my lower back from falling onto a shrubbery. It had been cut back so it was actually more like falling onto a pointed wooden spike and it hurt a great deal but still..I fell onto a shrubbery.
Not a scar, but: I was coerced into doing some yoga and one of the moves (ironically, one designed to prevent back pain) completely, irreversibly messed up my back. I ought to sue. Is the guy who invented yoga still around, ha ha?
(fantastic german, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:25, Reply)

I think the best scars
have no story, you just wake up one day (possibly after a night of drink and/or drugs, something that makes the mind hazy at least) and find a strange scar somewhere on your person that has no explanation of how it got there.

Annoyingly I have several of these mystery scars, which go well with the BCG scar and the time I...erm...tripped over a football and slid on concrete into a tree. It's ok though, the tree stopped me sliding any further. It looks cool, and if anyone asks about it I lie and say I got it in 'nam.
(Flabbergaster laughs at danger (and breaks all the rules), Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:21, Reply)

Scar 2
Both my kids have identical scars over their left eye (both girls!).

The first was when my eldest was 3. Jumping around on the end of our bed she bounced too far and twatted her forehead off the carved wooden end of our bed. Cue screaming, trip to casualty, dissolving stitches.

3 years later, the missus and I are in bed and our youngest, now 4, is jumping about on the bed, 8am one morning.
"Watch out. You don't want to do that" etc etc says I.
Obviously miffed that I sound like Victor Mildrew, I am told......
"Leave the child alone, she is only doing what kids do best" say the missus just as the wee one twatts her face of the carved wooden end of our bed.
Cue screaming, trip to casualty, dissolving stitches, but this time I am quizzed about "the injury" ("what do you do for a living Mr Brett3005?" " I am a bare knuckle boxer!" "WHAT?" "Manager in a book shop, sorry")

I never even got a chance to be smug about my "I'm Dad, I'm right" episode.
( Fire & Forget it's the only way to be sure, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:09, Reply)

scars
*i was rather stupid and jumped over a wall, but didnt quite get the height of the wall or the angle of my jump just right. the result was me falling over the wall and landing on my arm, which snapped part of my elbow away from the main bone. one short stay in hospital later (about two nights) and i was the proud owner of a three-inch-long, quarter-inch-wide scar. great times.
*five months later the surgeons that had screwed my arm back together decided the bone had healed enough for them to remove the screw (probably so they could use it again on the NHS) ... the result was a smaller scar just to the side of (and slightly on top of) the first scar. its been almost three years since i did that, so its settling down a bit. i'll post a link to the picture when i get one on the web.
*although not readily visible, there is a scar on my right testicle, after an operation to stop it twisting ("torsion" being the technical term for such an occurrence). unsurprisingly, there will not be a picture of this scar posted. :P
*my final scar to date was acquired in berlin in february 2004 while i was fighting with my friend. i jumped off a bunkbed and at the same time caught my finger on a sharp piece of metal. i didnt notice this at the time because i was too busy trying to punch my friends face (and also i was a tiny bit drunk). after we stopped fighting, there was blood all over the room and we thought we'd bust a nose or a jaw or something like that. then we saw i'd managed to slice into my finger almost all the way down to the bone. had to wait til we got back to england the next day before i got it properly treated. pictures are available at www.freakette.deviantart.com (click on the box that says "deviation gallery" and then go through my stuff until you see pictures of a hand with surgical tape on / scar forming)

*thats all the scar tissue i have for now, which isnt too bad for a 17 (soon to be 18) year old, and i think at this rate i might even overtake my dad who currently has about eight scars. :D
(zenmeban thinks the weather could be better, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:05, Reply)

Mental scars...
Do mental scars count, like the time I went round to Jonathon Kings house for an interview about being in a boy band and he opened the door with his cock out? I still can't look at party sausages without having flashbacks...
(Lord Monkey of Yorkshire,OBE killed a gipsy on...., Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:03, Reply)