
You've all got scars: they're nature's little reminders not to be so damned stupid next time. My favourite is the 1/4" round hole in the back of my right hand, created when I was 7 by my best friend putting a manure-covered gardening fork "away".
Tell us the stories behind your scars. With photos if possible.
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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Cycling like a regular Greg LeMond down a dusty gravel track on my merry way to see the house that my mum had just bought after a messy divorce with my dad, I fail to see a 8 ft iron bar across the cycle track in front of me
weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
over the handle bars, gravel, scars, torn eyelid, wrecked bike, naughty scars - long walk home
fuckin bikes!
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 12:04, Reply)
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