I have a broken front tooth from where I got in a fight with two bouncers outside a pub in Liverpool. One of them punched my girlfriend of the time and broke her jaw in three places. Ok so she was a gobby cow but she didn't deserve that, so I waded in. I got a proper pasting, three fractured ribs, my ear hanging off as well as the broken tooth, but they had to call two ambulances and I don't think one of the two other guys will ever have children!
I do have a very feignt scar on my right hand from a pitbull at the dog shelter I used to run in Malta. Believe it or not I was actually trying to save him from a pack of dogs ripping him apart and he locked on to me.
Nothing else significant to speak of really.
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THE WESTCOUNTRY SHALL RISE AGAIN!
Yay! It's pink!
Don't think.... FEEL!
We're Englishmen, and we came here, to rape your women and drink your beer.
I went back in time and voted for Hitler.
Pouring oil on troubled waters since 2008. Then lighting a fucking match.
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