Who's got the best Scar & story behind it?

My story isn't all that spectacular. I hope I won't have any scars to brag about anytime soon as well. Anyways, I was 7 years old walking around the neighborhood looking at dead leaves, cars and such when I came across a battered old quarter. This one along with my other 2 quarters made just enough to buy a root-beer from the pharmacy.
I was walking down the road after purchasing the root-beer and cut through a parking lot to get back to my home on the other side. Since the root-beer came in the brownish glass bottles I thought I was a real badass carrying it around. I was also going to show off how well I could balance walking on the concrete stoppers in the parking spaces in front of these old people.
I walked across one, jumped to the next, landed and rolled my ankle off the side of the stopper. I landed on my left hand, which happened to have a glass bottle in it at the time. I crushed the bottle into my hand. I was stunned! I ran off and left the glass all over that one parking space. Little to my knowledge I still had a shard in my hand.
When I got home I found the shard and pulled it out and cleaned my wound. It healed into a 1 1/4 inch scar. Unfortunately the wound on my pride has not healed from falling infront of those old people.

Haha, Ae... i can imagine that, i've done it many times, make a fool of yourself and just run off, hoping no one saw haha

I got a small scar on my finger where I got bit by a moray eel. I was scuba diving off West Palm Beach Fl, trying to get some lobster, when I reached into a hole where the little bastard was living. Pretty weak scar, 1/2" long and barely visable, but a cool story behind it.

I can't take a picture of my scar because it's covered up by my hair, but it's on the right side of my head, about 2inches above the top of my ear. I got jumped by 3 unknown (at the time) people about, 4yrs ago now. I got punched in the face over 10 times, kicked in the head and face about 15times.

They completly crushed in the right side of my face, completly caved in. I couldn't open my mouth to eat, or talk. They had to get a professional surgeon to come in (thanks to Canadian health care, love it!), who had to operate on my face. What they had to do was 'uncave' my face. So they cut open above my ear on my head, took a small metal wire/hook, go down into my face, and pull up the caved in skull. Nasty, I know. Luckily they doped me up really good :)

Anyways, end result is a 2inch long, nasty scar on my head, covered up by hair. End result was perm. nerve damage on my upper right lip, and right side of my nose. They are numb, still to this day. The one person who did this face was tattooed on my brain. He got his back, lets just leave it at that.

Glad you're ok NoChowderForYou, good story!

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Originally Posted by 3 Sheets To The Wind

Yeah, i'm guessing the eye thing was a joke, as it was so subtle at the end of the post haha, well done:D

You win... on wit!

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No it wasnt a joke, my eye came out, severed the optic nerve, they put it back in, it goes kinda lazy alot these days but moves around with the other eye.
At high speeds, a collision betwen a car and a cheekbone can be quite devastating, the car shattered my left cheekbone too, and my eye socket is a bit sunken. oh yeh and the left side of my face is kinda permanently numb too

i also have many butt seks scars.

I dont have a pickture of the scar. Its not too big anyway but its cool. I was shooting a pellet gun and shot my wrist. Its one of the pellet guns thats as strong as a hand gun too. The bullet went in on a angle right through the major veins. You can imagine all the blood. At first it was going like a fountain untill i covered it with a towel. (i shot my self cause i was fixing the sight and i had my finger on the trigger and didnt realize it was loaded. Yea i was a dumbass)

When I was 7 years me (Kyla) and my cousin (Chaynee) were being kids and jumping on the bed...she left me to get a drink and long story short I monkeyed my way ontop of the back board..she came running in...scaring me..making me fall from my pirtch on the back of the bed and creating my leg to slip behind the bed...ripping open my inner thigh by my P*SSY! 30 Stiches later and my mom eating my banana popicycle on the way home ( I asked her to hold it....bitch) I couldnt walk lond distances for awhile bc the stiches would catch on my pants...EWWW!

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