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My sister and I were always fighting. She's still got a large chunk of pencil lead embedded in her hand from where I stabbed her once. What's the worst you've done to your siblings?

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:46)
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Injured By My Brother
You'd better pull up chair, make a cup of tea, sit down 'cos this will be a long one.

My brother used to be a sadistic swine when he was younger before the Army sorted him out. I still carry many scars from his evilness.

The ones that spring to mind...

He built a tower of empty tyres and made me climb into the middle of them. Then he tried to seal it with a car wheel. I popped my head up and he dropped the car wheel on my head. Masses of blood and,if I ever go bald, I'm going to have a huge circular scar on my nut.

Shot me with his blood air guns to many times to count. He used to make me hold out match sticks and then try and shoot them out of my fingers (and on a few occasions my lips). If I refused he'd just shoot me. I remember one time he gave me 10 slugs and a crappy .177 pistol and told me I had ten seconds to run and then he was going to shoot me. He was armed with a bloody powerful .22 air rifle and he wanted blood. SO I set off running and as I got to 5, he shot me. And missed. The slug hit the butt of the pistol and buried itself and I turned and shot the twat straight in the chest. he screamed like a girl and then spent the next few hours hunting me all over the woods firing every time he caught a glimpse of me.

Tied me up and burnt with a soldering iron.

Blindfolded me and then had the rest of the kids in the street try and hit me (I got a hold of one of them and almost chocked the life from him).

Still, the worst thing he did was he chased me off a wall where I landed on a metal spike and impaled myself. He pulled me off this, got me in the house and then took off my top. The blood was pouring out of my back so he collected it in a cup and made me drink it. "To replace the blood I was losing"

I could go on but the ghosts are killing me. Yesterday, leave me alone.

More self-obsessed ramblings at:

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:44, Reply)
Not me, but ancestors:
My great grandfather was playing William Tell with a bow and arrow. His brother missed the apple, and got him straight in the eye. Luckily, he survived, or I would not be here today :-)
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:41, Reply)
Brotherly Love. . .
When I was about 8, me and my bro were playing baseball in our garden with a stick and a stone. Queue me throwing said stone, and him gracefully returning it to my eye.

He also, when attempting to get rid of a wasp, managed to waft it straight into my back. Cheers.

I regularly kick him in the balls though (just in case he ever attempts to have children). Touche!
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:35, Reply)
Ahh, sibling rivalry
Back in the day, my sis and I went to the same shitty little school, and during one memorable game of it in the playground, she decided to defend one of her friends (it was in the rules... I don't remember how) and then decided the best way to put this into effect was to stab me with a pencil.
In the eye.
And the slunting lead only broke off and lodged in my eyelid.
I had to go to hospital with a teacher dripping water on my eye because I couldn't blink...

Showed her in the end though, locked her in a trunk and went to see a film with some friends. Come to think of it, that was harsh. :)
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:34, Reply)
Broken Collarbone #1
Whilst on holiday with my brother he lured me into his room under the guise of wanting to play. This usually climaxed with him beating the shit out of me, often under the pretense i was a "bad" guy.

This particular occasion we were pretending to be at sea - apparently he was the good guy, rescuing me, a "bad" pirate. I was in the sea (on the floor, tucked between the bed and the wall), he was on his boat (the bed).

Cue him pulling me up by one arm with all the might of someone 7 years older than me, (i was about 8) and me, somewhat tubby for my age not budging. What he (claims he) didnt know is that my legs were stuck under the bed. Despite my screaming for him to let me go, which only seemed to fuel his desire to pull fat-boy out of the sea, he continued to pull with all his might.

Many tears and an x-ray later, turns out he snapped my collarbone.

Nice bloke.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:34, Reply)
My little sister was always trying to follow me about. One day me and my friend started running away from her and my little sis ran straight bang into a lampost, it was just like the way they do it in cartoons with the legs and arms shooting forward and then the whole body slides to the floor. I am laughing now at the memory of it.

Another time me and my mates were playing golf, we was using a metal pole which was from a wardrobe I believe and stones. My friend took a big swing just as my little sis ran around the corner 'WHACK' straight in the face. She screamed her head off and my dad gave me a slap infront of my mates for me laughing at her.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:33, Reply)
She deserved it!
Fought, and still fight with my evil sister (Multiple hospital visits etc). But mental anguish was our speciality. When I was a teenage porn lover (still am truth be told) my sister held me in a permanant state of blackmail, threatening to inform my parents the location of my stash, this went on for months, with me having to take the blame for anything she did or she would tell the folks. Deciding to take the stash and leave it up the woods, I brought home a few magazines, and planted them under her bed, then had a word in my parents ear about the worrying discovery, and the rumours I had heard about sis snogging one of her girly mates, she tried to deny it, and pointed out that it was my stash(now missing, ha). 15 years later, and mum still thinks she likes a bit of hairpie, despite 3 kids and 2 husbands.
Shot her once (in the arm) with a webley air pistol. Wasnt aiming for her, just one of those happy accidents.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:31, Reply)
Testicle problems
As a child my brother and I had many violent fights; mostly ending him being in tears as he's soft as shit. Or perhaps because I'm a nasty bugger.

More than once I kicked him in the balls, which isn't so unusual from a younger sister but the extent to which I did was borne out years later when he had to go into hospital with a twisted nut (not caused by me, these things can happen by themselves, apparantly). After they sorted it the doctor mentioned that he already had "excessive scarring" in there and could have problems conceiving children later in life.

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:29, Reply)
My brother moved to Canada 12 years ago...
if he ever comes back he may find out about the nine points he has on his driving license. Think of it as revenge for all the beatings he dished out to me when we were kids, although he never scarred me, the pussy.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:24, Reply)
I still feel guilty about this today
This is no where near as bad as I’m sure some of these posts will be,
but the day (about 18 years ago) I cornered my 7 year old little sister, punched her in the stomach (winded her really badly) and pulled out an enormous chunk of hair (I can still hear the sound) still makes me feel like an utterly horrific person.

I still feel so bad – called her the other day, just to remind her about how sorry I was about it.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:22, Reply)
It was usually what my brother did to to me but....
It was normally myself who was on the receiving end of injuries. Such are the perils of having a brother 7 years older than yourself. More of those later.

I did quite a bit of damage to him when i told my (now ex)wife about the whore he shagged in amsterdam one weekend we spent there.

Turns out such information can be dangerous if you dont stick with said wife for the rest of your life.

ho hum. he, or rather his wife, will get over it.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:21, Reply)
One morning my brother and I started chasing each other round the house. We got bored of this very quickly, and decided to spice things up by using belts to whip each other whilst chasing. My brother was using the end of the belt that goes throught the loops. I decided to use the buckle end. I hit him in the back of the head and the belts teeth lodged in. He started screaming in pain and I tried to remove the belt. I pulled harder, the belt came off and a huge lump of flesh came with it and splatted onto the floor.
He passed out and I threw up.
He now has an impressive huge scar on the back of his head.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:18, Reply)
Many many years ago i stabbed my brother in the arm with a pencil. Then while we were "play fighting" i knocked a tooth out.

He did however get me back by throwing a stick at me which sliced my head open. Ruined 3 teatowels that day, oh and the surgeon bent the needle as he stuck it in my head. It hurt :o(
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:15, Reply)
Lady bits
After I'd endured hours of continous tormenting from my sister, I kicked her at full force in the flange. (I was 10 years old at the time)

She left me alone after that, but she did have troubles with her insides being 'all wrong' in later life.

My fault? I'm pretty sure of it.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:13, Reply)
Dear Mr. Funky_Jester, sir.
I don't remember you clocking me over the head with a pool cue, though that one's probably fairly self-explanitory.

I do, however, remember something getting stuck in the top of my head (mental note: don't stand between brother and dartboard) when we were little. I also remember accidentally throwing a tennis batting implement at your head when I was about 8.

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:11, Reply)
fao dukefukem
its barnet fair not barnet pudding you fucking cock.
if your gonna be a mockney then do it right FFS.

when i was about 7 i once beat the bathroom door down using a 4 foot pogo stick as a broadsword to get to my brother who had annoyed me. sady by the time i got to him i was shagged out from breaking the door down and scared stiff of what my dad would say when he got it....
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:09, Reply)
Fighting with Tom
My younger brother (by 2 years) and me were always play fighting when we were younger. I have knocked out on of his teeth with my knee when we were fighting on our parent's bouncy bed (not so bouncy afterwards!) Got into a bit of trouble for that. There was also me pushing him over when we were on a dry ski slope and him catching his thumb in one of the holes (if you have ever seen one of these then you will know what i mean) and breaking it. Felt pretty bad about that!

pop (sound of b3ta cherry popping; no more lurking for me!)
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:05, Reply)
Fizzy pop
I poured lemonade in my brother's ear when I was 8-ish, as an experiment.

He went deaf for an hour or so. No lasting damage tho.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:04, Reply)
My brother...
We used to have spacky fights but nothing serious until the one time his bullying me developed into a proper set-to. I remember landing a good punch right on his jaw and he stopped immediately, backed away and then with tears in his eyes cried, "you're not supposed to hit in the face!" Never had another fight after that.

He did break my finger by collapsing a deckchair I was sitting in onto my hand, though, so I've no regrets about chinning him 10 years later.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:04, Reply)
When we were kids I rolled one of those big round hay-bales over my bro's leg, it snapped it like a twig apparently. And he still has a scar on his forehead from a thrown wooden train. I locked him in a suitcase under a bed too, and forgot about him for a few hours. He's claustrophobic to this very day. And not so long ago I nailed his fiancee, but he doesn't know about that yet...
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:03, Reply)
The worst thing i did to my sister was existed...
When my mother bought me home from hospital shortly after my birth the first thing my 2 year old sister did after seeing me was smack me in the face!

When I was 4 my sister packed some of my clothes in an old bag and told me (whilst ushering me out of the front door) that my parents didn't love me anymore and that I had to leave (I kid you not!!!)

Every time my dad went to the barbers me and my sister would get a bag of sweets for sitting and waiting patiently for him. My sister always suggested a race, the winner being who could eat their sweets the fastest. I always won, but had to put up with her slowly eating her sweets for the next 8 hours and with each one rubbing it in how I didn't have any sweets left!

She really was an expert in mental torture. Still me and the bitch get better now!!
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:01, Reply)
during the eighties and the height of big hair my sister decided to have the biggest hair of all. She would top of the barnet pudding with half a can of silvrikin hair spray. Add one naked flame and you get the picture. Imagine my delight in seeing her running round the front room with a bonfire on her head and her boyfriend smacking her with a copy of smash hits to try and put the fireball out. She battered me for it, but I have no regrets.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 13:00, Reply)
I had to live with this family for a while, and I really hated my foster sister shirley. She was 5 years older and a real bully.

One day she broke something of mine, so I went upstairs to her room, knocked on the door, and when she opened it I punched her square in the face and promptly slammed the door shut again.

I didnt win tho coz she pushed me down the stairs when I tried running away...
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:59, Reply)
When I was 9 and my sister was 7
we didn't exactly get on. I locked myself in my room with all of her Care Bears, and then I started lobbing them one by one out of my bedroom window, aiming ever closer to the fish pond. Sis ran into the garden screaming, and trying to catch her bears before they ended up in with the fish.

Eventually I ran out of Care Bears, and ambled down to the garden to admire my handiwork. Sis immediately dropped her bears, picked up a fist sized rock, and hurled it with terriying accuracy at my head. It hit my right between the eyes, and I ended up covered from head to toe in bloody (it looked a bit like a scene from Carrie). Cue fainting babysitter, trip to hospital..

We get along fine now though..
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:59, Reply)
My sister (aged about 2) managed to collapse the pram that I (about 6 months) was still in.

Apparently there was lots (and lots) of blood and I still have the scar accross the bridge of my nose 28 years later...

I used to pretend I got it from a fight, but decided that telling people how my sister brutally assaulted me was cooler.
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:58, Reply)
Yukka's of Mass Destruction
The incident with the Yukka

Saturday Evenings, when I was a wee laddie, always consisted of "Bathtime" after the A-team. I wasn't particulary fond of this activity, so this is normally what ensued:
Dad: "Time for you bath sonny"
Me: "No"
Dad: "Look, do you want to do this the easy way or the hard way" (Line most uttered to me in my years of existance)
Me: "no" (No was the first word I ever uttered - Think I was born to dispute)
Dad *Grabs son by the ankle and drags him up the stairs*

Cue me wriggling free, seeing the closest object to be being this Yukka plant - cue a 4year old holding the mighty plant above my head ala Heston in the 10 commandments, and launching it at my dad, who ducks, whistling past his head and then taking my 20 year old 1/2 sister out.

After realising what I did, I think the whites of my eyes were actually larger then my head.

(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:58, Reply)

You will never find my evil twin clone!

I have a .45 and a shovel....
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:56, Reply)
Worst thing?
I've done loads of nasty things to my brother. The worst is probably hitting him over the head with a pool cue when I was 7. Hrm. Explains a lot really!
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:53, Reply)
I got my sister in the club.........

YMCA that is
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:50, Reply)

Hmm, now to think about the question.

My brother would say the worst my sister and I ever did to him mentally was to dress him up in a dress, heels and make up....

once or twice a month for about a year until my mother found out about it...
(, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 12:48, Reply)

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