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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squirrelOnce I was walking my dog and it decided it would be a good idea to try and eat a squirrel. The dog attacked the squirrel, but the squirrel got away, with it's back legs broken. I thought, awww, poor little furry squeaky squirrel, maybe if I can pick it up I can take it to animal hospital and fix it.
But no, this squirrel didn't want my help and as I picked it up it proceeded to bite right through my hand with it's tiny sharp squirrely teeth, on that little bit of skin between your thumb and first finger. It really fucking hurt and I still bear the scar to this day. I don't know what happened to the squirrel.
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krang, Sat 5 Feb 2005, 11:45,
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