
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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...when I was 35.
Ended up with a Trimalleolar Fracture of the Fibula and had to have a steel plate put in my leg which is still there.
Of course, all the doctors and nurses took the piss in the nicest possible way.
The bastards.

( , Fri 4 Feb 2005, 20:05, Reply)
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