07-10-2010, 09:14 PM
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Practically Lives Here
How Do You Identify?: Queer Stone Femme Girl of the Unicorn Variety
Preferred Pronoun?: She, as in 'She's a GEM'
Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: The roads are narrow here
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Originally Posted by Stearns
Not so much character-building, as "unique identifiers". Kinda like dental records or fingerprints... Anyway, here's mine:
Left knee - surgery for cartilage torn at the gym
Chin - racing my bicycle and the kid I was racing turned his front wheel into my back wheel b/c I was beating him. I went over the handlebars and chin- planted on the asphalt.
Right ankle - the pedal on my banana-seat bicycle would slip off, and the pedal frame gouged out my skin.
Left elbow - surgery scar from another bicycle mishap. Chain broke, I was thrown off, broke my elbow.
Inner right forearm - scar from a hot mini-bike muffler
Left leg - a neighborhood dog attacked my dog and I stepped in between them. Took it in the calf.
Right ankle - Burglar alarm call. Dog didn't appreciate me being in its yard to check on the house.
Chest - surgery
Neck - surgery for herniated discs
Back - cyst removed
Right shoulder - rotator cuff repair. Tore it at the gym.
Right knuckle - sliced by glass that fell out of a picture frame
Lower abdomen - Removal of organs that should have never been there in the first place
Right hip - didn't realize the tail of my shirt was in the flame of a candle and it caught on fire and burned me
Forehead - small star-shaped scar from falling on brick steps when I was 3. Although my mother forbade me to run up and down our front steps, I did it anyway. I just NEEDED to.
I think that's everything.
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My thoughts? Stay out of the gym and away from bikes, in any form. They are out to hurt ya.
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Originally Posted by Oiler41
Okay, I'll play:
Right arm: triple-cut on top from working at UPS, carpel tunnel release on the palm from same, middle finger from slamming a car door on it as a kid, across the wrist from shoving my hand through a storm door as a kid, back of arm from working on the brakes of my truck way back when, and inside my forearm from accidentally stabbing myself with a lit cigarette.
Right knee from yet another accidental cigarette burn,
Glynn
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Methinks the ciggies are out to get you too. You should move and not leave them a forwarding address.
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