BJ has scars on his back from being in the pit at some concert like ten years ago. They are hot and I have no idea why.
I have something like eleven scars. No, I got four more, so fifteen now. Six of them are mole removals though, so that is probably not sexy. Except when people ask me what they're from I say they're bullet wounds.
I also totally have a Harry Potter scar and magic powers.
I have a little scar on my pinky finger. Its not manly, i was washing a glass and it just disintegrated in my hand and sliced me up.
My friend got his nose broken in a mosh pit once.
I have a multitude of scars on my arms and legs. They're self-inflicted. For some strange reason I find them beautiful as they remind me of a tough time in my life and that I overcame it.
Era Vulgaris
"My life's a chip in your pile. Ante up!" ~Setzer, FFVI
"Knights do it two-handed!" ~Drunkard, FFV
I know, right! I bump into walls and stuff all the time, trip over NOTHING on the ground. I always have these bruises that people are like wtf and I'm just like I have no idea how that got there, literally.
Also I was almost suffocated in a pit once! It was really freaking scary. This was at a Coheed/Circa Survive/Torche show in Atlanta. I was two people deep center stage and the press was just scary. Usually I'm able to wriggle my way a little higher so I can breathe but everyone around me was super a lot taller than me and just kept pressing us in. I remember thinking OKAY I NEED TO GET OUT but then being like NO I AM SUPER TOUGH I CAN DO THIS but then my friend had an anxiety attack so I ended up having to get pulled out anyway. That's the only show I've been pulled out of, though.
Signature by rubah. I think.
I have a new scar near my eyebrow because after I opened the cabinet, a glass some how bounced back and shattered. The shattered glass then went in to my face leaving a nasty cut. Blood was everywhere. I have a few scars on my arm from my dog because we neglected to cut her nails and she likes to jump up sometimes. I also have a scar on my thigh from when I dropped the soap in the shower and bent over to get it...the faucet cut me there.
scars are smurfing disgusting
On a quick side note.... @ Cuchulainn - your avatar just scared the mess out of me and completely made me lose my train of thought. rofl
As for scars... I have quite a few scars myself that come with the dummest stories but I don't think imma get into that. XD
My sig and avy are made by me.
I have a random indentation on my forehead, ain't got a clue what from. Got a scar from having an injection. I have a slight, fading now, scar down my cheek, from where this girl with really long nails clawed my face in a netball match, that badboy HURT. My knees are pretty messed up from falling over so much as a kid.
Once I take out my piercings I'm gonna be left with many scars.. I already have two dots on the back of my neck from that retired piercing.
I am covered in scars from falling down, really bad bug bites I scratched, etc. ._.
I had a random woman tell me a I had "manly hands" today because they have cuts and scars on them.
It's not the first time someone has mentioned it, but it's still weird.
I have random scars everywhere.
Well now that foa has decided to play around with my post and create this new thread, I will share a few more of my battle wounds.
I have a scar on my right arm from where a child bit me. I think he had rabies.
My left palm has a sweet scar from when I fell on gravel and caught a nice sharp rock and sliced myself up. The scar is only about 1/3 of the size the cut was though
I also have a few scars from burns, the most interesting of which was the result of my brother trying to bail while sitting on the back of the motorbike I was riding and forcing me to crash with the exhaust pressed against my calf.
I suppose that was payback for the time I cracked his head open something fierce with a giant rock.
It's because we're mechanics. Engine heads and barbed wire and logs and jackhammer handles - my hands are covered in tiny scars.
However, I am like Wolverine in only the one sense that my hands and the bottoms of my feet heal so fast that, if you did not know my history, you might think I've never worked a day in my life. My hands are soft. I don't need a glove full of vaseline.
Except one chunk of scar tissue that was torn out of my palm. I was loading a truck with cast iron engine blocks, and I realizeds that I'd need to make more room. I hopped into the bed and started pushing the things around. Well, one of them tipped and I ended up trying to stop one from falling with the palm of my hand. Instinct. Impulse. Not intelligent observation of the fact that each of the things weighted between 250 and 400 pounds. And they have jagged edges.
So my hand got crushed between the two blocks and I looked down and saw my dad, so I didn't want to curse. I shouted, "Aw man!"
It was such a weak, unimpressive non-curse that nobody realized there was a problem until I walked into the office with a rag full of blood and hand. haha.
Good times.
The big joke is that when most of the guys get injured on the job, dad wraps their hands with electrical tape and mends it with super glue. All the guys ran into the office with tape and glue shouting, "No special treatment for your son! Glue his hand back together!!!"
But I got to go to the hospital *snicker*
(SPOILER)I have since been glued and taped up. It's not so bad, really.
Also, I am enjoying everybody's scar stories!
Last edited by Martyr; 09-09-2011 at 03:11 AM.