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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I have a stupid little scar on the side of my kneefrom when I was about eight. I fucking hate datshunds, they are annoying, stupidly shaped, and their name is too hard to spell. Anyhoo, I used to have neighbours down the street with dashhounds, and they would constantly bark at me, attempt to chase me, and generally be dicks. One fine summer's day, myself and the other neighbourhood kids were riding skateboards down the big hill (we sat on them, as we were utter wussies). Running up the hill after one ride, I look beside me to see a dashhound. He was not barking, not chasing, or anything. He and I were just running up the hill together. "Hey, maybe these dogs aren't so bad" I thought to myself. Ilooked over, looked at the dog, and he seemed to smile at me. I smiled back and looked away.
Then the little fucker bit me.
Not much blood or damage, but I was right pissed off.
(, Thu 10 Feb 2005, 6:23, Reply)
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