Hello again schizogirl!

I walked into a tree once many years ago, and ended up with a big bump on my nose and a scratched face. No-one at work quite believed my half-assed story about falling over at home.

In Brazil last December, I walked bang into a plate glass door, and shut my hand in a van. My middle name realy should be Clumsy, I think.

Low-hanging flower pots are my eternal nemesis.

i hit my head against the window when i basically passed out going to sleep and i can sfeelll tghe knot on my head still.

my middle name is clumsy.

this brabucecue in my hometown has 58454 of thoser. ouch.

I always find walking into stuff to be pretty funny.

In Tobago I was walking down the side walk watching a guy hack away at some coconuts. Obviously, I smacked into a pole that happened to be in the middle of the sidewalk.

I busted out laughing and announced my smooth move, and the coconut guy yelled over at me, "You was looking at me haha!"

Strange because, he didn't look like he'd seen me watching him, he was just doing his thing at the time.

Man, I need to go to bed or something. I am just typing out my ass haha.

They double suck because most of the time you not only end up with a rather nice mark on your head but also a ton of dirt/potting soil in your hair.

quoite literally, thoset hings are half the reason i clored my hair blkack. you can't see the dirt.

emmah- haha.

I have a scar on my forehead from falling onto a glass coffee table when I was 2. I also have a big scar on my left hand from pushing my hand into a window when I was ten.

Man, we should do a clumsy thread - it'd be awesome.

And I thought I walked into them a lot...

my very firast memory is being 2 and falling off a chaair face first to the ground abd shateering a tooth.

Other than running eye first into a coffee table at 2 or 3, I don't recall being clumsy or accident prone as a child. It's only as I've became older that I've got more clumsy.

^^^Ouch! At ATP Nightmare Before Xmas in Dec 2006, I tripped over this raised walking, and went flying onto concrete right on my left arm. I was very lucky to come away with just a sprain.

i don't remember any bad accidents when i was little

other than when i broke my collarbone when i was 8

i decided to climb up a slide in the rain and i slipped and whacked my collar bone on the slide. but i didn't cry, i was just like "shit, i can't move my arm"

^^^ Ouch no 2. I fell off my bike when I was 6 (attempting to ride it no-hands style), and broke my arm. It was in plaster for months, because the doctors hadn't set my arm up properly when they first put it in plaster. :(

i have s ascar on my leg from 2nd grade where i fell off a balance beam and hit my leg. it refuses to fade.

eeechhhh


oh i do remember dropping a tape dispenser on my big toe and my entire toenail falling off when i was 7 or 8. blood everywhere, crying, etc...

once i lost a toenail from running

oh god

^^^ I have the toes of an 80-year old because I've stubbed them and dropped guitar/other heavy bits on them so many times. It's gotten to the point I can set boxes on stuff on my feet and not feel it. Stubbing them so bad that blood shoots out of the end sucks for sure.

I had horrible scars on my legs for months on end in the late 1990's after I'd fallen off my bike in Trafalgar Square (I'm not proud to admit that I was pissed at the time).

me too. my toes endure way too much. a weird habit of mine is walking on my tip toes everywhere, even in public. it puts a bad strain when i'm already in heels.