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So super simple Tell a story of how you got your WORST scar or scars :)! I asked this in chat but I might as well bring it to life in fourms cause Im bored and people will enjoy this <3. Please be respectful of everyone <3. ~The One and Only Lazy! Edited at February 18, 2022 09:40 AM by Kingdom of Midnight
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Uh...i don't really have an interesting story to either one of mine but oh well. So, the one on my eyelid is from my grandma's cat. I was trying to get it from under a table or something because I wanted to pet it and it just aimed for my face :') I have another one on my forehead and that's just from my older brother >.> I was like headbutting his legs throughout the house since I was like 3-4. Anyways, at one point I ran from the living room into the kitchen (at full force) to do it again, and he moved out of the way so I hit my forehead on the iron handle on the bottom cabinet :') But I was able to headbutt him in the face and bust his lip >:D
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Say less, When I was in first grade, there were a few 8th graders going up and down the slide on the younger grade's playground. I decided to go up there (because I was a little shit and was curious. HUGE mistake) . When I got up, they offered me to go down the slide on my stomach. Let me remind you, it was mid-way through winter, and shit was still icy. . So they were all snickering and I didn't think too much of it till they pushed me down DIRECTLY into rock and snow leaving a deep ass cut into the right side of my nose. My white polar bear hat? Yeah, that's all red and drenched in blood now. >-> . I had to get the same cut stitched back up and GLUED 7 times. the scar remains. -
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Dog bite on the side of my face ^^ Its hard to see, and im partially deaf now. . Fuck you gracey, telling me all you needed to do was feed the dog. it was chained up in your yard and hadn't been fed for 3 days. You were 12, I was 6. You absoloute idiot, you should've known it'd go for the easier meat once it ran out of kibble. . Also have a few scars on my legs and thighs from who knows what XD
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Oo fun, scars. Alright, my three worst: The first one is on my back, from a riding accident. I was working with this absolutely insane horse (hes now put down, it was for the greater good. he was hurting himself and other people) and he threw me. I got caught in the stirrup, he jumped the fence with me still hanging on and dragged me down the road. I have burns and cuts, and a narly scar that starts at my right shoulderblade and ends at my left hip. Second, I cut my calf open on a barbed fence. Pretty much it, had to get it sown back together twice because it got infected and reopened. Third, I got into a biiig fight. Knives got involved, it was crazy. I punched this guy, he and his friend were ganging up on me. The friend rips out his switchblad and cuts my cheek open. I have a scar on the inside of my mouth, the outside healed over.
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When I was around 7 I enjoyed riding my brand new bike, I would always ride it around without a helmet. We had this really steep hill for our driveway and I wanted to go down it. So a brought my little bike to the very top of the property and I went as fast as I could down the hill. I was stupid and didn't realize I should wear a helmet and that I should not pedal down hill. So I was going to speed down the hill and then I fell off, and I hit my head real hard on the concrete, right above my eye on my eyebrow My head had hurt so bad. I screamed loudly for my mom and she came after about 5 minutes. I cried nonstop. So she took me inside (neither of us noticed the cut yet) she told me to go to my room and hold a wet rag to my eye while she called my dad. So I go to my room still crying and I look in the mirror on my closet door and I notice I'm bleeding a lot! So I call my mom and tell her it really hurts and I'm bleeding and I think I might die. She assures me I won't die, and she goes off to call the doctor. It turns out I cut it really deep and needed stitches. So we go on an hour drive to go to the doctors (I fall asleep half way there, and cry the other half) so when we get there I have to lay down on this doctors bed thingy (you know those beds you see in hospital rooms?) and the doctor seemed nice, he came in and started doing my stitches. Around five minutes later I'm holding my breath a den trying not to cry. I ask the doctor how many more stitches and he replies one more. Ten minutes go by and I ask again, he replies with the same answer one more. Another 3 minutes and I ask again, he replies with the same answer, one more. Finally I feel fed up with this guy and I start crying. Right as I start crying he finishes. My moms freind ended up showing up and letting me hold her necklace XD I ended up accidentally taking it home. But the stitches hurt really bad and that doctor guy was such a liar! And spit this day I still have a scar across my eyebrow and down almost on my eye sorta like this /. Oh then about 2 years ago my dog when he was 1 years old cut his eye in the same place lol thought that was kinda funny my parents laughed about it and joked that he was trying to copy me.
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When I was 3, I was running around our living room with my hands tucked in my overalls. Tripped and bashed my face into the corner of our entertainment center. Cut the outside of my face and my teeth cut up the inside. The connective tissue between the inside of my upper lip and gums was severed. (Still is.) But that's not even the fun part! When they tried to give me stitches at the hospital, they tried to sedate me. One dose- no luck. Another? Nothing. So they strapped me down to a table and stitched up my chin while I was conscious. (I don't remember that, thankfully.) however, after that, I had some sort of reaction to the sedatives they gave me. My pediatrician described it as I had the same symptoms as a person who had been doing hard drugs for years and just stopped cold turkey and was going through withdrawls. Hallucinations, nightmares, the works. Left me with a fear of spiders for years. But now I can't remember any of it, so all's well that ends well, I guess!
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i don't have much for very bad scars, but the worst ones are on my knees from my dumbo kid days :") tripping, falling, and getting cuts and bruises from a number of things.
i guess i have a scar on my left forearm from barbwire? that's about it lmao
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I was riding bare back no saddle no boots no helmet and cut my foot open on a t-post from my ankle 6 in Towards my big toe 2in -1in deep ow is right
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I don't have too many bad scars, but i'll tell you about some really dumb ones: - shredding a potato - picking up a glass cup I knocked over the table - halving a bagel - riding a bike into a fxcking baby - mindlessly taking out the cookies without gloves - playing whack-a-friend lmao - being goalie for a kid who has the strength of a grizzly bear and the aim of a blind
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