Chicks dig scars

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Here is the thread you've all been waiting for...

Guys, brag about your war wounds.

Ladies, read with heart a-flutter about our stories, and feel free to share some of your own.





I was about 10 years old. I was riding my bike with my older brother and younger sister about a mile away from my home. We stopped at this apartment building of this girl I liked. She was at least a year older than I was, but I didn't care; she was HOT. Or at least, to me at that time, she was hot for an 11 or 12 year old...

Anywho, I was a bit of a stunt king in my neighbourhood. At least, that's what I thought... There was a ledge in front of the building, that forms the foundation for the patio-like entryway to the girl's apartment building. The ledge was about 3 1/2 feet high. I took my BMX bike, got up on the ledge, and had the intention of poppin' a wheelie off of it to impress the girl before she went inside her building.

Either the front end of my bike was too heavy, or I misjudged where the end of the ledge was, cuz I fell forward over the top of my bike as the front end dropped. I hit the ground with my face, slid for about a foot as the rest of my body caught up with my big dumb head, and proceeded to bawl out, while the girl quietly slipped inside her building. Apparently, she was never really interested in me anyways...

C'est la vie. But for a few years afterward, I had a big scar on my left cheek (on my face, you pervs...), and I could've made up any kinda story I wanted, because this girl didn't go to my school...

I'm telling you all the truth now, because the scar is gone, and I think it's a funny story looking back on it, especially cuz of my brother... He asked me jokingly if I was ok enough to still fart... It was a running joke we had to help alleviate the situation if either one of us got hurt bad enough to be on the ground for more than a minute...

Anyways, tell us about your scar stories, whether the stories are cool or not, and whether the scars are visible or not...

Got enough scars of my own.
Not impressed.

You folks taking down scars/marks for booking purposes, or what???

I fell off my brothers jeep, and rolled on the asphalt. Only it wasn't asphalt,

it was shell road, which is asphalt mixed with cheap sand and shells,

which the state of Florida's way of getting tax money for property out in the middle of nowhere,

cruise in and pave it with this cheapo mystery road junko stuff, and say the land has a road in front of it, so you taxes are higher,

anyhow, I rolled on this stuff for awhile, and it dug into my skin and gave me several smaller scars, but one big one on my shoulder,

a scar that had shells in it, I had to pick them out.


Also, when I was 3, my mom left me unattended by some swings and I got a scar below my left eye, from this swing that slammed me.

Also, when I was 6, I was playing with a giant butcher knife and cut the tar out of my thumb and have an scar there shaped like and "E".

Also, when I was 7, dad cut the training wheels off my bike, and this rod thing was sticking out, and I dropped the bike and it fell over on my ankle and put a hole in my ankle and I have a scar there.

Man, it would suck to get shot and all, but what a cool scar story that would make.

Ok, I'll just mention this.

My nose is crooked from a broken nose.

As far as scars....you'll have to do a criminal background check for that.
But note...the scars listed are faded to nothing.

The new scars?
They will remain a mystery.

i have a few scars that i don't know about. those ones i attribute to being abducted by aliens.



i have about an inch and a half long scar between my fingers on the webbed part. it's from a plastic butterknife. we had just moved, so we were using plastic silverware (... oxymoron??) anywyas, i had an apple. and i saw that there was caramel in the fridge. so i took the apple in one hand, and started sawing away at it with a plastic butter knife. i was young and obviously couldn't tell where apple ended and hand begun, and i was sawing so fast that i didn't really feel it until i was about a half an inch down into my hand.. and it was about an inch and a half across.

i also have a scar on my right eye where i got stitches from playing duck duck goose.

scars are good icebreakers.

wow, duck duck goose? thats not dagerous, what you do use pencils to catch the person?, run into a wall?

it was in sunday school. i fell on a nail sticking out of a desk.

i've got about 6 scars on my arms, all from my cat. he's playful *it doesn't really help that i harass him any*

also, i've got a scar on my jaw where they did an IV when i was born.

Then theres the scars on my knuckles and back of my head from when i flipped off my bike without my helmet.

I have a scar just above my ankle from when I first learned to rollerblade. It's from really painful constant rubbing-against-the-skin from my skate.

I also have a dark scar on my other leg from a field trip for my ecology class. We were out in a forest and I was counting paces, stepped on rotted ground which gave way under me, and fell on a pointy stick. Painful, but I think my face looked kinda funny when I was falling.

It's not a scar, but my toe is kinda puffy from years ago when Cousin dropped a dart on it.

OOOO they all have scars!

If I mentioned every scar on my body from a cat....I'd be here all night.

Cats=scars.

All of mine are from surgeries.

1 c-section scar
4 from my gallbladder removal
and the one I hate the most- my scar on my wrist from my botched hand surgery

i know. and they specifically told me not to drop the dart on anybody's feet!

but yes. the blood squirted very high. i remember when i dropped the dart on your toe, and we were all like are you ok? and then all three of us saw your blood squirt out of your toe and were like 'ewwwww'

For a while there I had a scar on my knee from learning to ride a bike. It looked like 11 degrees. Two long lines and then a little dot. It's faded away now, though. If you know what to look for you can still make it out a bit

of course. one half of my face was burnt off as a child, resulting in a horrible SCAR. so i always have to wear a mask.

i have a scar when i was bitten by a brown recluse. it's not actually a scar, but a strangely darkish colored mark that appears whenever my arm gets warm, in the place where i was bitten.

OMG. it's on my forearm. I HAVE THE DARK MARK!

I can only think of 2 scars on me. One on my forehead from chickenpox (tiny) and my left hand, middle finger has a few scars from where Teru (my puppy dog) decided to use his teeth to rip open daddy's hand. It was all owie for a while, but even after Teru's gone at least I'll have a constant reminder of him

when I was little... oh I think around 9 or 10... I went to daycare. Daycare was so much fun. But one day before school, everyone just went crazy. We were out on the playground, it was just all-out chaos. Everyone horsing around with everyone else. I'd tackle someone, see someone else, and go tackle them. It's like we were all high on drugs or something, but we were just young and hyperactive.

Anyway, someone knocked me down, and this guy I called Matt Cinnamon (cuz his last name sounded like Cinnamon) was pushing this asian dude with green boots. Well they didn't see me on the ground and Asian-Dude-With-Green-Boots stepped right on my head. It bled an awful lot. I had a scar for like 3 years... but it's healed now.

dekka00,
Is your hair growing on the scar spot?

no it was on my forehead

The question's still valid for some people...

Double post. I should know better by now, but these scars have taken their toll on me...

im not sure that smily should be aloud becker

That smilie is on the cover of my Hitchhiker's Trilogy book

I have far too many scars to count...most of them on my hands. My hdns tend to get put in dangerous places...and in not so dangerous places which are only dangerous if you're me...

Like pulling a fern out of the ground...how the heck did it slice my finger open!?! Oliphaunt will remember that one, she was there...that was one evil-ass piece of greenery...

Its been know (by me) that grenary can be very mean when it wants to be ... i have been cut by it meny a time when in cub-scouts

I have a light scar on my left index finger from Basic Woods freshman year. I cut myself on the table saw. Not the blade, oh no, but the ruler part underneath that tells you how high the blade is. Yep, I cut myself on a ruler. Bloodied up my Woods project nicely, too.

how do you manage to cut yourself on a ruler?

There was a metal arrow that was set over the numbers and lines so you could set the blade to an exact hight. The arrow was the actually part I got cut on, because it was so sharp. I still haven't figured out how I got my finger snagged on it, though, because the cranking handle thing is on the OTHER side of the ruler

must have been out to get you.

I'll get my revenge someday

When I was about 10 years old, my father sent me down to our parking spot one day to get something out of the car that HE forgot... We lived on the 5th floor of an apartment building in Toronto. I went out, walked along the sidewalk towards our car, and out of the blue I just fell down. I wasn't running and I wasn't goofing around. I was just walking normally at one moment, then the next, I was on the ground, looking at my right leg just below my knee towards the outside of my leg, at the jagged piece of green glass jutting out from it. Someone has smashed a beer bottle right along the path, and I just happened to fall on one of the larger pieces. I got up, picked the thing out of my leg, got whatever it was that my father wanted, then showed my mother. She said, "Oh, that looks like it should get stitches. Are you ok?" I said I was fine. The thing wasn't even bleeding, but I guess that's because of how deep the cut was?

Anyways, at the hospital later that day, the doctor stuck a freakin' NEEDLE into the gash, which hurt, a LOT. I balled out (I was 10), and before I was done, the doctor said, "There you go. How many stitches did you feel me put in?" I said, "Two." He had told me prior to the needle that the gash looked like it needed two stitches... "Actually, it was three." Smug bastard. Anyways, I still got the scar, although now it's stretched as I grew, so it looks bigger than what a 3-stitch cut should look like.

Dig it.

that's hardcore. Your father sent you on a mission, an epic quest. You gotta expect a few scars.