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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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Back when I was a wee lad of 16, I did work experience at a BMW garage. There I am, with a Z3 up on one of those fancy car lifting thingies trying to undo the nuts holding the break pads in place with a large wrench. Damned thing won't move. Mechanic told me to "Give it some wellie!" I did and the bloody wrench came off and I smacked myself in the mouth, looked startled for a moment and then folded up like an accordian. Cue much laughing from the guys and continued humiliation for the rest of the week. I have a small scar and a chip off one of my teeth to remind me never, ever, to "give it some wellie" again...
( , Mon 7 Feb 2005, 7:02, Reply)
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