since everyones teching on about being a kid at shool
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I know tis not entirely appropriate, but does anyone remember feeling like this?
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but it WAS my little brother's fault!
itwasitwas it WAS!
*stomp stomp shuts self in room*
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:24,
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*stomp stomp shuts self in room*
well i am a big sis
as well, so i know what you are doing in there!!!
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:31,
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little sisters are the worst
they turn that back on you and you are blamed for everything: ripping the heads off their toys, stealing their food, ruining their pitiful little live etc.
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:34,
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not myth!
happened to me once staying at a guy's parents...
two cups of coffee appeared and we never noticed.
V embarrassing
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:45,
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two cups of coffee appeared and we never noticed.
V embarrassing
a friend (this is where they start...)
got walked in on. he noticed, but he was enjoying himself, so he kept on going
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:54,
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I was framed
on more than one occasion.
Though it was me on more than more than one occasion.
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:27,
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Though it was me on more than more than one occasion.
i'm the eldest (and biggest)
I developed the hardest stare technique for blameshifting. still works.
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:30,
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My eyes have a tendancy to close
meaning I can't stare.
Or wink.
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:35,
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Or wink.
Instant stare of death, with insomnia side effects
find a talented tattoist and have him/her/it tattoo an artists impression of Margret Thatcher naked on undersides of your eyelids in flourescent ink. I promise you you'll never sleep a wink again. Or blink, or loose staring contests. Well, until you gouge your own eyes out anyway
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:40,
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Ho
lee
crap!
That's like a really bad thing made worse through some perculiar worse-making machine!
What kind of freak though, would consent to tattoing that on me?
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:43,
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crap!
That's like a really bad thing made worse through some perculiar worse-making machine!
What kind of freak though, would consent to tattoing that on me?
If i could tattoo
I'd do it, although i'd need to charge you for the years of therapy and would require compensation for the psychological damage incurred with having to imagine her naked in the first place. Saying that, I wonder if Baroness Thatcher or poor Norman can tattoo?
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:48,
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off subject, but
you've just reminded me of
i'm in love with margeret thatcher by The Notsensibles.
top song, wonder if kazaa has it...
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:55,
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i'm in love with margeret thatcher by The Notsensibles.
top song, wonder if kazaa has it...
my favourite technique involved pinning
Rose to the floor, arms held by my knees, and tickling her until she was bright red and unable to breathe. /I still do it sometimes, but as a survivfal defense, she got a bit big, so its not so much fun anymore.... im ashamed to say, but the one thing I did which I remember, was sitting on the sofa, and as she walked past(probably to get care bears which Id hung form her bedroom door with string carefully knotted into a noose - why do they teach you that at scouts - ) and putting my leg out to trip her to the floor. when my mum came in Id say that she fell over, I was believed... for a while, it all backfired in the end of course.
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Wed 7 Aug 2002, 0:38,
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