
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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are NOT funny. I slid down a stable door, aged about 8, and gashed a wrist, leaving a long, neat scar which apparently identifies me as a 'cutter.'
I also have a moleste blue one across a knee from a blasphemous Sunday-School bunking-off incident. Having excused myself to read comics in the toilet, I then tried to peep through a high window to see if they'd finished yet, pulling a heavy window box down upon myself.
I learned that day how much Jesus hates skivers.
( , Sat 5 Feb 2005, 19:34, Reply)
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