Bro of college roommate was horsing around with others in a parking lot, the car he was sitting on moved, he fell off the hood and hit his head. Lungs collapsed, coma, dead in a week.

Bony bits and facial scars - it is as ita says. I managed to split open my softball teammate's cheek with a lame-o groundball during some batting practice a couple weeks ago. We were on a crappy hard lumpy field and the ball took a bad hop and bopped him in the left cheek. Left a little scrape on the meaty part of his cheek, but split it open right on top of the cheekbone. Nine stitches - one inside and 8 outside.

I've got the standard issue scar-under-the-chin, with four giant stitch marks, possibly acheived via bunkbed dismount, circa 1970. Gotta love army health care (Dad was army back then).

Just got back from the flu shot--no owies for me! I didn't even notice that the shot was happening.

Fully half the men I have ever met have a scar on or just under the points of their chins (this is less common among women, who apparently do not get caught up in horse-falls or explosions nearly as much).

I have one. Bike crash.

it is as ita says

almost got through this whole sentence with only 4 letters.

I seem to have a ball-up-and-roll instinct that has helped me avoid any scarring of the chin.

the shot didn't huurt - till I tried to sleep on my left arm last night

Five letters is still pretty impressive though.

lori and Robin are scaring me with their instant death stories.

I've split my chin twice.

TWO rows of stitches, baybee!

Ooh, is it scar smackdown time again? OK. I once touched my own skull. 47 stitches in two layers.

Spoiler fonted because ick.