The letting them cut you was not a jk.  The fighting back part was the part I was (cough.. half... cough) joking about.

You wanna know how I got these scars? Last year, I went to go see Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story. I'm serious. Why so serious? Because the movie was well reviewed, that's why. Heard that the music was pretty good. Acting was supposed to be okay too. My biggest weakness? Marijuana comedy. There was a scene where Tim Meadows' character offers Dewey some marijuana. It was totally unexpected, and I wasn't prepared. Laughed so damned hard, I ripped both of my cheeks. Everyone in the theater ran out through the exits. I finished watching the movie. It was pretty good too!

You want to know how I got these scars? I was 7 years old and it was a few weeks before Christmas. My parents always told me to be a good boy and girl and that Santa would bring me whatever I wanted. So I waited in line about 30 minutes for my turn with Santa, I had my list all prepared in my head when he asked me what I wanted. I'm getting excited for my turn is about to come up. Finally my turn arrives. I get helped up unto his knee and he asks me. "What do you want for Christmas son" I turn to him, tears welling up in my eyes, I say. "I want you to say sorry for raping me Santa." He looks at me like I'm speaking Greek. "I don't know what you're talking about kid, don't you want a GI Joe?" "NO!" I scream, I don't want no stupid toy, I want him to say sorry! No one else could hear us talking, they just heard me screaming. So my parents run up and take me off Santa. "Why so serious son?" My dad asks. "Did Santa not give you what you want for Christmas?".

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^^^Jesus Christ dude! That was halarious!!

You wanna know how I got these scars?

I was riding the bus home, when I got off at my stop 2 thugs ambushed me. They put some wire around my head between my lips and broke both my arms. When they tried taking my wallet I bit the one who had his hand in my pocket. I bit him on the neck and made him bleed. The guy behind me, freaked out, I chased him and knock him to the ground.

I held him down, and bit into his face and neck... I didn't realize the blood on my face wasn't all there's until I was finished kicking there bodies down to the end of the alley. I started rubbing my cheek on my shoulders and realized the wire had dug into my cheeks.

You wanna know how I got these scars?

It was the middle of summer. The heat was hot, and the sweat poured like rain. I went out to the beach for a nice relaxing dip. But since I was so intrigued by "The Lucid Dream Thread", I decided to have one. I woke up 2 hours into the sleep as how that is how you start one. But I was sunburned pretty damn bad. High tide came in and all of the lobsters scuttled onto bay. They saw my gorgeous red hide and decided they wanted to mate with me. They crawled over to me and began to do it. The claws pinched by toasted nipples, and I screamed in hot, blazing, sweaty agony.

Right now, I am left with numerous pinch marks, and I swear, one of them spells: "Why so serious?"

I have a few little scars that are less than an inch long on my face. You can't see them when my beards grown in but they become semi visible when I shave. I really have no idea where I got them from.

One in my wrist i got playing with the yo-yo standing in my bed, when i raised my arm the ceiling fan hit my wrist and to the hospital i go =D.

I got 5 scars in the chin, most of them i got as a baby and can't remember, but i remember one from slipping and falling on my chin in my kitchen, and one from skating on an ice rink (is the name right? :P)

In reality, I got a scar on my right hand punching out a window when I was 12-13. I got a scar on my right thigh, doing a wheelie on a bicycle as a kid. I got a scar on my left leg, when I got hit by a wall locker in 1995 (broke my tibia and fibula). And a scar on my heart for falling in love/lust with every girl willing to hold my hand.