me and my monkey have matching scars
Mine is from slipping on a big fat greasy chip in front of miss millie's on Halloween, as I was running to get in before they closed - dressed as a geisha, i stood up from my 'trip' and the nice chicken lady, looking at the river of blood pouring down my death-white throat, promptly locked the door in my face.

My man, on the other hand, was at a bad-taste party dressed in a fascinating concoction of cut-off ski trouser bottoms attached with tape to black calvins and a pink tank top... and while attempting to do the caterpillar during the breakdance competition, slipped and smacked his chin on the floor. We spent three hours waiting in the emergency room and in the end the doctor looked in, ran out laughing, brought in his colleague and all nurses on duty, and in the end stuck a plaster on it. Took a while for us to convince him there were no drugs involved and that we were just ver, ver drunk.

The worst thing is that here, your employer pays all your accident medical bills, and he got a call from his agency lady trying to hold back the giggles as she read the report stating 'mr... slipped whilst partaking in a break-dancing competition. This resulted in a 2cm cut on his chin'...

No photos of the scar, but here is my my man in the ER, and on the left is a friend of ours playing with the rubber gloves we stole from the hospital...

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The friend on the left also has a little ferre-bite style scar on his nose from head-butting a wineglass...
(chesty, Tue 8 Feb 2005, 12:01, Reply)