Scar (What’s the story?)
Well here is my scar from the surgery. To the left is what it looks like 4 weeks after surgery (without staples) & to the right is 2 weeks after surgery (with staples). Pretty cool huh?
This is the part where we make this post cool. After looking at these pictures.. What is the story that we can come up with about the scars? I would like to see your comments or email me your creative ideas.
Here are some of my ideas:
1. I got in a knife fight with another guy on the streets. One of us survived.
2. I was swimming and a great white sharks’ dorsal fin cut me. One of us survived.
3. I’m awesome.
4. My X …(insert any story). Then I found $5.
5. Scars are the new “tattoo”.. duh..
6. One time at camp…
7. ihaveascar.com. Its my new website.. Going beta in a few weeks.
8. I got bored
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The Story (its long winded!):
So, a month ago I landed a date (it has been a while, so I was pretty pumped). This girl was amazing so I really wanted to impress her. We started at the park and did some frisbee golf. She was pretty good so I had to step up my game. (side note: i had been having gas all morning so I was happy to do something outside so she couldn’t hear or smell my little “accidents”) We decide to get a drink and some appetizers at the bar. My gas doesn’t go away. I am sitting there shifting while the gas gurgles and bubbles. I try to talk over the sound hoping she doesn’t hear it. I excuse myself to the bathroom blaming it on a small bladder. I get to the john and just torch it!! I mean parting of the Red Seas, from all my wind!!
So i wipe the sweat off my forehead and get back to the date. The appetizers get to the table…she ordered chips and BEAN dip while I was ummm peeing. Great!! An hour passes and we have to get to our dinner reservations. We load into my car, but before I step in I left one go. She didn’t hear, but I forgot to shake out my pants. A little treat lingers in the car, so I say someone must have hit a skunk. We are at the restaurant all the while one has been brewing, we hit the curb and one slips past the goalie. Crap!! I see her kind of look at me, I don’t say anything. We sit down order our food, and I excuse myself (because of my small bladder again). I get to the stall and work it!! I think I broke the seat. I get back to the table and hear the guy next to me talking about a guy in the bathroom that just exploded and shook the walls. Anyways, the dinner goes well aside for my exploding intenstines. I drop her off at her car and get her number.
Oh..I was supposed to explain my scar…I had surgery for cancer.
Seen the movie “Junior”? Well I’m now the proud father of a beautiful little boy. Dude, babys are chick magnets!
I love #7. If I had any decent scars, I’d totally show them off. I got bit by a dog 6 years ago (all the way through my hand), and no battle wounds to show for it! If only….
How about: I was the first man to be a surrogate ‘mother’. I carried a baby for my best friends.
I was using a table saw to build a small sail boat when the saw blade flew off and lodged in my stomach. So I got in the car drove to the hospital, but on the way, stopped at McDonald’s because I had the worst hunger pangs.
ooh, i love #7! great idea!