Got a couple of good ones, lots of little ones
On the ball of palm on my right hand I've got a 2" scar from when I was working with a lathe and got a razor sharp bit of swarth go in one end of my hand and out the other. Instinct took over when common sense should have said "don't grab hold of the nasty sharp and try and remove it yourself, let a nice doctor do it for you so you won't open half your fucking hand up and spray blood like an extra from Evil Dead"
Took all the skin on my left shin from the knee down to the ankle when I got knocked off my motorbike and slid for about 15 feet along the edge of the kerb.
Last but not least got one running right up my forehead from my right eyebrow when I got glassed defending a friend from attack in the local boozer. Later found out he started the bloody fight by trying to cop off with the girlfriend of the biggest psycho in the place. When his wooing was rejected he calmly responded by calling her a "fuckin' fridgid bint" Que the kick off and me in casualty having 15 stitches and him getting kicked in the balls the day after.
(boltneck sacrificed a smurf to Cthulhu on, Sun 6 Feb 2005, 2:45, Reply)