I don't have scars, but I hurt my ankle quite badly one night while rolling.
The person carrying my money/license/housekeys had left the club I was in and gone to another, so I decided to wander the streets trying to find him.
Couldn't locate him, so went up to someone, explained my situation and asked them for 40 cents so I could buy a chuppa chup. They gave me a dollar and told me they think I should use the change to try and phone him and they hope I enjoy my chuppa chup
So I walked to the convenience store, which has 3 steps at the front of it, and I started to peak as I arrived there... and I fully stacked it down the stairs!
I got up, all embarassed and walked inside and bought my lollypop, then went to find a phone but couldn't remember the number, so I gave my change to a busker and then started talking to this guy outside the convenience store.
He was going inside and offered to buy me another chuppa chup, so we went to walk in and I explained that I had previously stacked it on those stairs... adn 2 seconds later, I stacked it down the same stairs again, right infront of him, I was so embarassed.
I went back to the club and danced some more and while I was dancing I kept feeling a really strong feeling of weakness in my ankle, which was being supported by leather boots... and it wasn't until I woke up the next morning and couldn't move my foot did I look down and notice it was purple-ish black and injured quite badly.
Hurrah for uncoordinated pill heads!
- FK