Scars with history
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)
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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not me but my dad
who has a nice scar right between his eyes. as a small boy he was walking along the canal in todmorden when a massive lump of metal was pinged at him by an unseen catapult. he staggered about, bleeding, until a nice lady found him and took him home.
"aren't you lucky it missed your eyes?" she said.
"wasn't it lucky it missed your eye?" his mother said, taking him to hospital.
"weren't you lucky?" said the nurse in casualty.
"lucky it didn't get your eye," said the doctor as he stitched it up.
eventually my father snapped. lucky? lucky?? lucky??? i was minding my own business walking along when some cowardly invisible bastard pinged a massive lump of metal at me causing pain, bleeding and scarring. how is that in any way LUCKY?????
he has a point. apologies for length but it's important to girls...
( , Mon 7 Feb 2005, 17:42, Reply)
who has a nice scar right between his eyes. as a small boy he was walking along the canal in todmorden when a massive lump of metal was pinged at him by an unseen catapult. he staggered about, bleeding, until a nice lady found him and took him home.
"aren't you lucky it missed your eyes?" she said.
"wasn't it lucky it missed your eye?" his mother said, taking him to hospital.
"weren't you lucky?" said the nurse in casualty.
"lucky it didn't get your eye," said the doctor as he stitched it up.
eventually my father snapped. lucky? lucky?? lucky??? i was minding my own business walking along when some cowardly invisible bastard pinged a massive lump of metal at me causing pain, bleeding and scarring. how is that in any way LUCKY?????
he has a point. apologies for length but it's important to girls...
( , Mon 7 Feb 2005, 17:42, Reply)
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