“You wanna know how I got these scars?” The Joker famously spouted this line several times in The Dark Knight. None of the people he was telling really wanted to know, but didn’t really have a choice because he was going to tell them anyways. Well, I guess I’m the Joker to you right now. I’m going to tell you about my scars whether you like it or not. Unlike the Joker, I won’t scar you for life, only for a few days, because I don’t have a maniacal laugh, just a bitter one.
My first scar is on the left side of my chin, along the jawline. I got this one when I was just a budding bitter 5 years old, that demanded the finest things in life. Peanut butter sandwiches had to be made of the finest Skippy and crusts must be cut. The best 2% milk had to be served in only the finest red sippy cup and of course, I had to have the best toys. The cars and dinosaurs that would be predecessors to the next decades Transformers, blocks that could cause optimal foot contusions when parents accidentally stepped on them at night, and most important my transportation. The Big Wheel. I don’t know if these are even made today (quickly checked Google. They do.) but back then, they were all souped up with top flight accelerators and NOS boost.
They of course banned that kind of stuff in the all of a sudden PC world of the 80’s and 90’s but back in the 70’s when I roamed the playgrounds, these were motorcycles of the day. Anyways, some “claim” that I got my first scar from simply falling off the Big Wheel, but you can only find one person that will corraborate on that story, and she can’t she be trusted, because she only raised me. I was there the whole time, so I’ll tell you the real story. I was patrolling the area in my Big Wheel, looking for good guys(I was always the bitter bad guy, obvi) when I saw a rather large good guy with nice clean cut hair, and he was sneaking into our house by ringing the doorbell and politely asking if he could come in. He had some sort of disgusting large smile across his face and he was clearly there for too nice of purposes. Either offering to help us move something, bring us some food, or give us some money.
I could not let this good guy invade our home by doing something nice, so I leapt into action. I hit the turbo booster on my Big Wheel (by pedaling really fast) and aimed directly for his ankles. Just as I was about to hit his weak spot (his Achillies) he turned his foot to stop me, and I crashed. Landed on my side, scraped up my precious bitter looking face, with the scar you see along my left jawline. Of course, he said he was sorry and he was just there to visit my parents (he claimed he was some guy named Uncle) and he was there when I was born or something (like I could trust such benevolent intentions).
I knew he was up to good and I had to stop him. So I stood up, bleeding chin and all, with my newly bent up Big Wheel laying on its pathetic side and tried to fight him, but my parents stopped me before I could. They proceeded to tell me I had to go to the hospital because they couldn’t stop the bleeding. I didn’t care, all I wanted to do was fight this rather tall, nice looking man. My parents held me back, but if it wasn’t for them, that guy would have had more than a huge scar on his face.
Thankfully, something bitter did come of this bitter failure. A scar. But not just any scar, a scar for life. One that I would have on my face, in plain sight, where it would constantly remind me of this do-gooder. One that could remind me every day of the revenge I needed to take on this White Knight in shining armor. One that I could use to remember that while I was young then, I would get older and much better at using gadgets that would help me fight against his physical strength. And here I am, still today, with that scar on my chin, reminding me that I need to find that uncle(I guess I could use Google or ask my parents) and fight him, with my bitter words, to tell him I still don’t forgive him.
Scar #1 also just reminded me that I have stories for my two other scars(the other two are even more scarcastic than this one), but now don’t have time for them. So I will need to continue the saga of the scars another day. See how useful this scar has been? The other two scars will have their day, and their revenge against the first scar……
SCARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH
Bitter Scarred Up Ben
Your caption for Scar #1—PRICELESS.
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It wouldn’t be so funny if it wasn’t true…
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It’s true for me too–so many chins. and i just so happen to have a chin (#1) scar too
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I also have one hiding in my left unibrow and one on my carparl tunneled right hand. So they are all really good at hiding.
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My most important recollection of my Big Wheel was that it had a warning it wasn’t to be used by someone weighing more than 45 pounds, and I watched my weight carefully to figure out when I did hit 46. I believe I was scrupulous about never sitting on it after that day, lest I destroy it.
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You were very observant as a child. I could barely read at the point and I surely didn’t choose to read the weight limit for those things.
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You know what I’m bitter about? Why does that Gallgher chump get to have an adult sized Big Wheel and I don’t?
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And he gets to consider himself a comedian by having one. So all we have to do is have one and we could be funny?
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Oh and smash a bunch of innocent watermelons. Apparently that is also a requirement of being “funny.” (I could totally do that. Plus I have better hair.)
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I also have better hair and I barely even have hair. And I would way smash watermelons, even apples if needed.
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I have a scar from turning off my alarm clock so I don’t turn it off anymore. I also have one from using a knife while preparing food so now I just use the microwave. I think that scars just come from doing stuff so let’s use them as reminders to just sleep on the couch so we don’t get hurt.
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It’s pretty clear we should never get off the couch, that is for sure. But I make sure all the stories I do have are about my scars are awesome unlike your, “I was preparing food or something” story. You’ll see how they just keep getting more outrageous the more I tell them.
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I’m insulted and that’s really saying something seeing how hard I try every day not to insult you!! You know, if I had said, I was skydiving and I cut my nose and it left a scar” then I would just never sky dive again and who would really care? Now if I never cooked again, that would really be noticed around the house. (And I think my kids would be eternally grateful.)
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I knew you would be insulted because you are always just so nice to me. But you know me the bitter dude that has to fight against the good guys and girls. Been doing that since I was 5 if you read this post.
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I read it…come on… I read it…I sit through all your posts for at least 5 minutes of my life that I will never get back because I live for this annoying banter!!!
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It’s despise/enjoy relationship. You despise reading the posts, but you enjoy the annoying banter. But your day would never feel complete without it. It’s like the Godfather. Just when you think you can leave the family pulls you back in.
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Is this what my life has come to?
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I wonder if your scar will burn when you’re finally in the presence of that guy?
Wish we could go back in time and race Big Wheels. Mine was a Dukes of Hazzard Big Wheel complete with (fake) CB radio and a hand brake you could pull to make the bike spin around if you were going down a dirt hill very fast. Yaaahhhooo!
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It burns whenever there are nice people around. In fact, I feel it burning right now. You must be nice.
And yeah, I will totally go back in time to race you big wheel style. Just be warned my had NOS and I knew how to use it.
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Word to the wise… chick’s dig scars. Just one more thing for ya to be bitter about! 😉
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*chicks – I’m bitter about f*ing auto correct.
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Autocorrect is kind of a jerk. I agree.
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Eternally frustrating.
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The scourge of humanity. I will probably be doing a blog post about it.
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Yeah I’m always posting screen shots of my lame auto chief fails.
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I’m working on a post already about Auto Correct.
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Most excellent! I await it with buttery eagerness!
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You’re an expert level autocorrector as shown by all your funny misspelling comments!
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Oh crap… I didn’t even batch that one! DERP! I’m very sleep deprived today… please parson me!
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They just keep getting better! Of course, I excuse you being tired. Of anyone ever, you are the one that gets a pass on being tired the most.
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OMG!!! I just read all of my comments. I had no idea just how bad it really is today! Sheesh! Time to our down the phone and get a nap in! I did get a good laugh at it all though. Thank you for being do gracious about my idiotic fails. Xoxo M
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Of course I accept that stuff, cause I do even worse all the time. Have a good nap!
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Lol thanks Ben!
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I’ve heard that before. Well, I have three. I think they also dig other things like good looks and an ability to carry a conversation, but you know, I have at least one of those things!
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Well you DO have a family, so you can’t be doing that badly… lol! 😉
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Yes, I do. And I was pretty lucky to get them. Otherwise I would still be using what little game I have to find another one.
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Lmfao!
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