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I picked a fight with a guy about three times my size, and after exchanging a few punches he picked me up and threw me back down, giving me a concussion. People tell me i got up and broke his nose, but i don't remember.

Also another funny story:
Last year our fly half played an entire game with a concussion, without knowing he had one until after the game

I'm not dead, ergo none of my injuries were severe, from the operation at 2 weeks old, to the most recent EEG.

Anyone who bigs up their scars is hiding something. If you're not dead, belt up.

And if you are dead you can expect my chainsaw through your skull presently, you zombie weirdo.

rubiksnoob wrote:I picked a fight with a guy about three times my size, and after exchanging a few punches he picked me up and threw me back down, giving me a concussion. People tell me i got up and broke his nose, but i don't remember.

Also another funny story:
Last year our fly half played an entire game with a concussion, without knowing he had one until after the game

In primary school I was goalie in a game of soccer with a fractured wrist...

Mr Mystery wrote:I'm not dead, ergo none of my injuries were severe, from the operation at 2 weeks old, to the most recent EEG.

Anyone who bigs up their scars is hiding something. If you're not dead, belt up.

And if you are dead you can expect my chainsaw through your skull presently, you zombie weirdo.

but everybody loves a good battle scar and the accompanying story! (bigged up, embellished, what have you)

If you're gonna tell it, tell it big!

Well, let's just say I've stared Death down on no less than 3 occasions, the first (technically could be second, but wasn't quite born that time) at 2 weeks old.

fethers been out to get me ever since. 30 years on, the great big puff hasn't even come close!

Mr Mystery wrote:And if you are dead you can expect my chainsaw through your skull presently, you zombie weirdo.

Sigged!

When I was three, I came extremely close to death
By almost drowning.
So, if I ever flip out on any of you for making drowning jokes, you'll know why

battle Brother Lucifer wrote:When I was three, I came extremely close to death
By almost drowning.
So, if I ever flip out on any of you for making drowning jokes, you'll know why

Drowning.

HARHARHAR!

That was sarcastic. I, too, had a experience with drowning. Mine involved a small Irish leprechaun, and a rim of a pool.

I've been relatively lucky. Never had any major injuries. I've broken my left collar bone on two seperate occasions, and the next on the line would be a horrible bike accident I had when I was 9.

I was living in Florida at the time, and the roads in the area where made of a concrete with shells mixed in. Hence skin contact with the road was a very BAD idea. I was flying down this hill, something caught my attention, and when I turned to look forward, my right handle bar caught the edge of a van. A flying I went. I landed on the left side of my body and slid about 10 feet. Severe road rash along my shoulder, elbow, hip, and knee. I was bandaged up, and spent 3 days just lying in bed in absolute pain. Elbow and Knee still have the scars 17 years later.

During my Sr. year I broke both ankles on one play against Mississippi State. Can't even begin to describe the pain!