Good Son, Bad SonMy brother and I could not be any more different. My younger brother has always been the one in trouble, and myself regarded as Mr. Goody Goody Perfect.
One year when we were little kids, we were on vacation with our parents and I had an issue getting a knot out of my shoe-laces and eventually cut them with a pair of scissors.
When my mother found out she was beyond furious. I was petrified! When asked if I did it I said No, so she brings my brother in and interrogates us both simultaneously. Over and over we both say 'no mom, it wasn't me'. This went on for what seemed 15 minutes. Finally, my brother says that he did it and mom responded by opening up an economy-sized can of whoop-ass on him.
Today my mom knows the truth and at every holiday get-togther my brother has to remind me how he took a beating for me as a kid. He deserved it though, he was a total bastard to me as a kid.
Guess I am not so good after all. Looking back, the part I find funniest is that my mother thought my brother was rotten enough to cut the laces on MY SHOES. It's not like we wore a similar size and he really could have been wearing them or anything.
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Tue 25 Nov 2003, 20:31,
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One year when we were little kids, we were on vacation with our parents and I had an issue getting a knot out of my shoe-laces and eventually cut them with a pair of scissors.
When my mother found out she was beyond furious. I was petrified! When asked if I did it I said No, so she brings my brother in and interrogates us both simultaneously. Over and over we both say 'no mom, it wasn't me'. This went on for what seemed 15 minutes. Finally, my brother says that he did it and mom responded by opening up an economy-sized can of whoop-ass on him.
Today my mom knows the truth and at every holiday get-togther my brother has to remind me how he took a beating for me as a kid. He deserved it though, he was a total bastard to me as a kid.
Guess I am not so good after all. Looking back, the part I find funniest is that my mother thought my brother was rotten enough to cut the laces on MY SHOES. It's not like we wore a similar size and he really could have been wearing them or anything.
I Remember my Mummaking my sister and I stand on a bed for more than two hrs until one of owned up to breaking one of those little wooden spinning tops, we were 6 + 8yrs old at the time and were crying our eyes out and denying everything, mum was coming up with the usual 'wait till your father gets home' trick and that's what we did. Dad walked through the door and mum shouted him upstairs and told him we wouldn't own up to this enormous crime.
His answer: Oh sorry that was me, I trod on it on the stairs!
Mums reply: WHO LEFT IT ON THE STAIRS THEN!!!!!!!!!!
I mean 'fuckin hell!' talk about taking your husbands side!!
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 10:43,
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His answer: Oh sorry that was me, I trod on it on the stairs!
Mums reply: WHO LEFT IT ON THE STAIRS THEN!!!!!!!!!!
I mean 'fuckin hell!' talk about taking your husbands side!!
mumsare never wrong, fact. (or at least they never usually accept if they've got something wrong.)
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Wed 26 Nov 2003, 19:21,
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I remember my dad rampaginground the house cussing and shouting because he Couldn't find the scissors. He then lifted up the floorboards where he had been working previously and lo, there they were. Much laughter ensued.
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jsut peopel,
Mon 1 Dec 2003, 14:08,
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