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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I was taking a PISS!I was with a buddy of mine whose parents owned a rental townhouse not too far from our neighborhood. I was invited (dont ask me why I accepted) to go to the house to make sure the previous tenant had left it clean enough to get their deposit back...
We got to the house and I had to REALLY go to the bathroom but my friends Mom said the toilets were off limits.
Cue me and my friend, sneaking down to the basement and me sliding the sliding glass door open, just enough to get the Lil Lad out and let rip...(I was in 6th grade!)
Cue my friends Mom coming down, me MID-stream (guys you know how hard it is to cut it off) my FRIEND starts to shut the door from the far end...thereby catching my Johnson and leaving me with two scars on either side of the helmet...
His Mother cried foir half an hour she laughed so hard.
No picture because I dont think its appropriate...however, any ladies reading this: He's all growed up and he works like an Energizer Bunny! :)
Apologies for length...HA HA HA!
Sic Semper Tyrannis!
Citadel
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Citadel Because the world needs less morons, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 4:00,
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