
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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would be the one on the bottom of my chin. It is a very visible reminder of the time I got pissed and decided to attack the university library, source of all anti-fun during the degree. After breaking in, I decided I would like nothing more than to launch myself at the shelving units. And who needs hands to protect themselves when the chin can take the blow? I had to be dragged away from the books in the end and spent the rest of the night avoiding probing questions from spotty, smirking junior doctors
( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 12:58, Reply)
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