UnitMy sister and I used to fight and get each other into trouble when were quite young, but the best one was round about the time she had started to learn how to write. It was still quite a novelty to her and she liked to practice it. Around this time my parents had also bought her a new cupboard/set of drawers/wardrobe unit type thing, quite expensive. I then, in my crappiest handwriting, scribbled 'Aimee' on the inside of the new unit with the sharp bit of a compass and waited for my mum to find it. My mum called her up the stairs and asked her why she had written her name on the new unit and damaged it and she quite rightly denied it, and suggested that it was probably me. My mum beat her till she yelped for lying. Very funny.
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 10:22,
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my mum was too clever for thatI got a sound whupping for (very cunningly I thought) writing my sister's name in toothpaste all over the bathroom tiles. Much as I insisted that my sister had done it, mum was not fooled.
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 10:27,
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BedAround the same time, I got a new cabin bed, one of those ones that has a desk and a wardrobe and a bunk bed on top. This was the first bunk bed we ever had in the house, so I was very pleased with it and my sister decided she would quite like one too. The actual mattress was kept in place by 3 large wooden slats that sat underneath it and were quite sturdy but moveable. I moved the one nearest the ladder that led up to the bunk bed on top of the middle slat, leaving a large hole and pushed the matress into the edge of the surrounding bed border to keep it in place. Then I asked my sister if she wanted to race me up to the bed to see who could get onto the matress first. She ran up the stairs like a shot, up the ladder and fell through the matress head first. She broke the desk underneath it with her head. I couldnt really get away with that one, I considered lying but I had a fair notion that lying would just make a bad situation with the folks worse. I think I received a sound thrashing for my efforts.
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 10:32,
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not quite a lie.... Not quite a lie.....
i was constantly annoying people in my house - one of my fav's was when i was about 4 and my sister had taught me to 'give her 5'. I thought it would be very funny i put pins in between each of my fingers and shout at her give me 5. She did and i remember her face changing and her starting to scream as so noticed all then pins in my hand and the blood pricks on her fingers - quite funny.
There was also the time when i challanged my brother to a race when i was about 5 - he gave me a head start. I ran on a bit and hid around the corner and as he came running by at fullk speed i tripped him up sending him down like a sack of shit and splitting his chin at the same time - he still has the scare now 15 years on - quality
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 11:00,
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i was constantly annoying people in my house - one of my fav's was when i was about 4 and my sister had taught me to 'give her 5'. I thought it would be very funny i put pins in between each of my fingers and shout at her give me 5. She did and i remember her face changing and her starting to scream as so noticed all then pins in my hand and the blood pricks on her fingers - quite funny.
There was also the time when i challanged my brother to a race when i was about 5 - he gave me a head start. I ran on a bit and hid around the corner and as he came running by at fullk speed i tripped him up sending him down like a sack of shit and splitting his chin at the same time - he still has the scare now 15 years on - quality
This is similar to one of the first posts, but....I was working at Wellworths in the 'computer' department on a dodgy NVQ scheme, which meant wandering around the shop floor scanning all the items with a little scanner and transfering all that data into the computer at the back office. Mind numbing. I had been in the job for a month and it was my birthday and the bastards were making me work a full day anyway. So I went to the bar with a couple of the other guys from the course and had a few drinks and it was a nice day and so on, and I didnt want to go back to work. I got one of the guys, a wierd round-shaped bloke called Dave, to phone in to Wellworths after I went back to work and pretend to be my 'uncle Dave' with some family business. I arrived back at work after lunch and was sitting in the computer room for about 10 minutes when the main office called me down for a grave chat.
Them: "We've just had a call from you're uncle Dave, its quite important."
Me: "Oh, Uncle Dave? What did he want?
Them: "It turns out your grandfather has taken ill and has been rushed to hospital. They aren't quite sure what the matter is, but they need you to go right now."
Me: (stunned, aghast expression)
Them: "I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. Can I ask what age he would be now?"
Me: "Oh, um, around 76-77 I think, but I can't be exactly sure. I'm sorry, I'm just a little shaken."
Them: "We called your house as well."
Me: "Oh right."
Them: "Your dad says you don't have a grandfather."
ME: "Oh right..."
They let me have the day off. I didn't have to go back either. Quality.
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Thu 27 Nov 2003, 11:08,
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Them: "We've just had a call from you're uncle Dave, its quite important."
Me: "Oh, Uncle Dave? What did he want?
Them: "It turns out your grandfather has taken ill and has been rushed to hospital. They aren't quite sure what the matter is, but they need you to go right now."
Me: (stunned, aghast expression)
Them: "I'm sorry to hear about your grandfather. Can I ask what age he would be now?"
Me: "Oh, um, around 76-77 I think, but I can't be exactly sure. I'm sorry, I'm just a little shaken."
Them: "We called your house as well."
Me: "Oh right."
Them: "Your dad says you don't have a grandfather."
ME: "Oh right..."
They let me have the day off. I didn't have to go back either. Quality.