Scars with historyYou'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.
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chthonic, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 10:00)
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Hole in my legI 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.
(, Fri 4 Feb 2005, 17:57, Reply)
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