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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Faux pasA 4" scar in the centre of my forehead. The cause...
Introduced to my wife's new work colleagues for the first time at a 'quiet barbecue'. Bit nervous, one too many, got up, tripped over pet dog waiting for next sausage, stumbled, moved forward to regain balance, stubbed toe on flower pot, started dancing the 'stubbed toe shuffle' on lawn, fell down steps leading to disused WWII bomb shelter, cracked head open on reenforced concrete mantle of said bomb shelter, passed out, awoke to sight of 3 middle aged ladies padding me with yards of damp cotton wool, blood throughout kitchen and hall, then 4 hours in casualty with the friday lager crowd. Invite to next work do still pending.
(, Mon 7 Feb 2005, 9:26, Reply)
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