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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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Arse- Was at local pub, in play area (aged 5). Jumped off a ledge, into the ball pit. Sat there giggling for a minute, then suddenly I feel an incredible pain in my right buttock. Some psycho 4 year old had SUNK HIS TEETH INTO ME, drawing blood through thick wool trousers and pants. I only noticed the scar while getting out of the shower about a month ago.

Right shin- Almost entirely composed of scars. While arsing about in the sea, I thought I saw a shark, and panicked. So I paddled like buggery over to some rocks, intending to climb up them to safety. Only problem was that these rocks also extended a long way underwater, and were composed of spines (where 2 rocks had pushed up against each other). Slicey slicey. I only noticed my profuse bleeding when a woman run up to me on the beach 5 minutes later, asking if I was alright. Interestinly, a shark WAS apotted a few minutes later, so I may have got off lightly.

Left middle knuckle- after spending an hour winding a friend up, he punched me. So I punched him back, and as a result I have a small scar from where my fist connected with one of his canines.

Left forearm- BDSM experiments with a girl, involving pieces of glass. I shit you not. I later found out the glass had been picked up off the ground, so once again I may have got off lightly.

Skull- Ran into a wall. Aged 5, racing my little brother, I turned round to gloat at him (he was 3, I was never a fan of fair play) and veered off course, smacking my head on a wall. Much crying, lots of blood, brother grinning madly (he won the fecking race). 5 stitches later, I'm back home, enjoying the rest of the week off school.

Right eyebrow- Attempting to suffocate brother in step-father's VW van, I jumped on top of him holding a duvet, and managed to hit myself on the in-built cooker. The duvet then became more of a means to stop us all drowning in blood, instead of a sleeping... thing.

Left big toe- Large chunk of flesh torn out byt someone in trainers kicking my bare foot against a wall during a game of indoor football in PE. I had to mop up the blood.

Respect to chriswakey- OUCH!
(, Sun 6 Feb 2005, 0:11, Reply)

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