Fucking hell
My brothers and I used to fight quite a lot, but leg stabbing with a kitchen knife?

Seems a little extreme.
( Moey, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 14:37, 1 reply)

My brother
shot me in the arse with a rifle.

Beat that, bullying fans!
( Monty Boyce, My cheese game is strong, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 14:38, closed)

Mine
killed me, chopped me up and sabotaged the Sunday roast by replacing the leg of lamb with a leg of me.





*is bored today and highly likely to exaggerate a bit, even if it contradicts previous replies*
( Moey, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 14:46, closed)

Well that's nothing!
My older sister used to make me get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night half an hour before I went to bed. Make me drink a cup of sulphuric acid, then make me work twenty-nine hours a day down the mill, and make me pay the mill owner for permission to come to work. When I got home, she would kill me and dance about my grave singing Hallelujah.


WARNING: Story may contain content stolen from Monty Python.
(powervator and NONE SHALL PASS, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 15:08, closed)

And you try and tell the young people of today that ...
...they won't believe you.
(Musuko, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 15:08, closed)

I don't know...
... a 1 Wood to the face was the extent of brotherly love that I got. I feel kind of left out now.
(Nimrod's Son Boredom provokes some interesting habits..., Wed 24 Sep 2008, 15:09, closed)

I used to share a room with my brother
I woke one night to him weeing on me.

Nothing worse than waking up tired, wet, smelling of urine... and that urine not being yours...
(Dan dan dan They tik urh jerbs!!!, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 16:36, closed)

I sincerely hope
he was sleep weeing?

While sharing bunk beds I awoke one night feeling very sick, rolled over and proceeded to direct an arc of vomit at my brother's head as he slept soundly on the bed below.

He wasn't happy. No sir. Not one bit.
( Moey, Wed 24 Sep 2008, 16:50, closed)

you
made me real lol
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Thu 25 Sep 2008, 4:43, closed)