Yeah the scar wraps almost all the way around my finger it is about half an inch from connecting together... If it did i would have to have had a skin graft because the skin would have completely have been de-gloved from my finger
about 5 years ago, i was playing badmitten. my teammate and i went to hit the birdie and he jumped and swung around, hitting me right above the eye, and knocking me out for about 20 seconds.
about 3 years ago, at my dad's house there is a little hill in the backyard. during winter with a lot of snow, i put a sled down, ran and jumped onto it, but i hit the side with my face again, knocking me out. that one i don't know how long i was out for.
Originally posted by thesunfan
absolutely I want to vomit on your face irl
Originally posted by choof
It was like trying to throw logic at a fuckin brick wall lmao
Originally posted by choof
whats more dense, a black hole or an icyworld file
Originally posted by Celirra
I've never been so disappointed by a man from Alabama than I am right now
my friends and i used to play this game called fire ball. which was us on a frozen pond kiken a nerf soccer ball socked in carosen and lighted on fire around. so anyway i was playing and you have to put ducktape around your choes so they dont melt but i was being retarded and just had normal shoes on and i melted all my toe nails off. ^.^ it hurt like a B**** for he next like moth and then the docter got mad at me and i got in trouble for "damaging property" (the pond).
First Grade: The first time I rode a tricycle. I had no idea how to steer it, or how to stop it. But, I knew how to make it go. So I did. I started going, and down a rather steep hill at the perimeter of the playground. BAM, right into the fence. The little spaces between it almost ripped my left nostril off, and narrowly missed my eye with a fence tie. So I have a scar on the skin between my nostril and my cheek skin, and a deep scar on the right side of my right eye.
I was a legend at school after that.
Second Grade: Some stingy bitch almost cut the top joint of my finger off. So there I was, cutting out some shapes on my construction paper. I accidentally dropped one, so I put the scissors on the table, and started crawling around on the ground looking for my shape. This stingy chick takes my scissors, and just starts using them. I got super pissed. I tried taking them back from her, but she wouldn't let me. So I grab at it one final time, and she closes the blades right on my finger. If I didn't pull back the slightest bit I did, it would've gotten my whole finger joint. Luckily, it caught the pad on my finger, and almost cut it off. I still cried like hell, and I still have a scar from it.
Third Grade: Me and my friend were riding our bikes around the neighborhood. I was on my Batman bike, and he was on his big boy (geared) bike. I challenged him to a race, and he accepted. We started out neck-and-neck, then I started pulling out ahead, and really started leaving him behind. I took the last left turn, and was on the outside of the road, almost in the gutter. Then, I slowly started drifting into the gutter, and my bike skid on some sand in the gutter, and I went out of control. I had landed on my side, and started sliding on the gravel road. I had gotten a scrape all the way down my arm, and to my PINKY. I had also scraped my ear a little, but the worst was on my ankle bone, my skin had ground down almost to the bone. Then some lady checking her mail had to carry my to my house lol.
Fourth Grade: Nothing for me. But my friend had fallen down on his bike and scraped the inside of his lip. He had to get gravel removed from the inside of his lip, and a lot o stitches.
Fifth Grade: I had gotten mildly hit by a car, completely my fault, but it still hurt like hell.
Sixth Grade: Nothing for me. My friend had fallen off the monkey bars at school and broke his leg though.
Seventh Grade: I fell in a contaminated stream while hiking in an off-limits place with my friends. Got a major infection on my toe.
Eighth Grade: Slammed my head in a trunk door thing. Concussion.
Ninth Grade: Jumped off of the second floor of my school for a dare, and bent my fingers backwards, it hurt like hell.
Tenth Grade: My friend (about 20 years old) had a motorcycle. The after the first time he rode it out of his house, he didn't have a motorcycle anymore. A TON of stitches, and several broken ribs. Some guy hit him at a stoplight.
Twelfth Grade: Dropped a slap of concrete on my toe. The first time I had cried in MONTHS.
punched a wall broke hand, punched a hip broke hand, slammed someone repeatedly into a bus window broke hand, punched someone in shoulder at very wrong angle tinyest fracture ere seen ever SOOO GAY
Originally posted by 6 p01nt3d*st@r
You spelled FFR wrong.
Originally posted by Shashakiro
Yeah, FFR is addicting...I don't think I'll get bored with this game unless I somehow become the best at it, which won't happen.
Originally posted by Synthlight
I usually just get all naked and tell them they will turn gay if they touch me.
Anyway, I was playing Center field for my team. Jay Cox was up, and he was known for cranking the ball to left center. As such, my coach moved me way over toward left. Sure enough, he pops one way up and pretty deep straight to me. I get underneath it, but it just so happens that from left field to home plate is directly below the 5:30 sun. The ball, at the apex of its flight, is smack dab in the middle of it, though. I keep on it, yell to everyone that I've got it, and then it suddenly disappears. I'm still standing where it's going to fall with my glove ready, and I've heard reports that I then said, "I lost it," but instead of moving my head out of the way of my glove to look for the ball, I moved my glove an inch or two to the left. The ball came down completely unobstructed and connected with my right eye. I knew what had happened, so I turned around and fell to my hands and knees, then proceeded to beat the ground while yelling, "I missed the ball, I missed the ball," in anger. It didn't hurt because the contact deadened the nerves in that side of my face, but later that night in the hospital it sure hurt. Turns out that I got a hyphema (blood filling up inside my eye) and had to miss a week and a half of the last month of seventh grade so that it could heal.
last night i got clipped by a police car, and now my leg is like busted up. don't know how it all happened other than i was crossing the street and he was there and clipped me
Originally posted by Synthlight
I only exist on the second tuesday of the 5 week each month.
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