You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!
Nope. No he doesn't. Rantz has wrestled a bear. One-handed.
He came away with a few scars that no one else ever gets to see.
I also lost my legs in an ax fight when I was 8. So...
I have a scar on the underside of my left arm where I was toting a giant aquarium at work and it slid down my arm and made a big old gash. Trooper that I am, I didn't drop it, cause then it would break, and just let it gouge into me until I could put it down. Left a nice scar, it did.
I still have a small scar from about 20 years ago when an arsehole stabbed me in the arm with a piece of broken glass.
I have several scars atop my head, including one that has resulted in a very small and almost indiscernible bald spot towards the back of my head - I think it was caused by falling backwards into the corner of a glass case. It could also have been caused by having a giant rock dropped on my head from a fairly high distance. The only other scars I can think of are on my kneecap when I played chicken on my bike with a friend who was also on a bike and one on my shin when I played chicken with a car. Nothing too hideous or special.
My ass has a huge crack - as if it was split open by a large blade. I can't seem to remember where or when I got it... like it has always been there. But I'm assuming it's from some epic battle long ago.
Last edited by Ultima Shadow; 12-13-2012 at 10:58 PM.
Oh yeah, I just remember that I have another pretty ugly gashed scar on my forehead. (Usually you can't see it cos of makeups.)
Back in January I was at work at Perkins. I was scooping ice cream, but because it's not easy to scoop, and I am a little person, and it was really low down, I had to go around to the side to scoop it. Now, you'd think I would've learned. I had hit my head on the metal shelf doing this before. But oh no, I did not. So, when I came up, I hit my had on the very sharp corner of the metal shelf and left a huge bleeding gash on my forehead. I worked the rest of the night with a bandaid.
Oh yeah, I have a dent in my skull from when I cracked my head open and my head got stuck on the corner of my brother's bed. He pushed me. And stole my charizard card.
No wonder we don't speak to eachother anymore. >.>
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I have a lot of scars. I picked up a couple new ones on my trip to the US, and a couple of the older ones are starting to fade with time which is nice I guess. THe burn scars are almost gone but I never did quite forget the pain. I won't regale you with any tales this time though EoFF.
I have a few scars. One on my left middle finger where I almost cut the tip off when I was 7 or 8, one on my chest from god knows what (probably a cat), and a few smaller ones on my forearms from various dogs and cats over the years.
Also the nail on my right middle finger is a little disfigured from having my finger slammed in a very thick, heavy door when I was about 9.
Shockingly, I didn't get a scar when I was bitten on the chest by a horse as a baby. How fortunate.