This happened when I was about 6 and my sister was about 4.
I was happily drawing away, I was colouring an owl I had drawn, when suddenly my sister grabs it off the table.

I chase her round the house, trying to get it back. Being bigger I caught up with her, and trying to subdue her, I pushed her over.

We were in the kitchen at the time, so she slid across the linoluem and hit her head on the washing machine, cracking it open. She had to have 6 stitches. It's since been cracked open since about 3 other times, it's her weak spot.

It was her fucking fault though, I claim no responsibility. She stole my fucking ace picture of an owl, and she got her punishment.
I'm all for killing burglars too.

The bitch.

The picture has since been destroyed, possibly because it is cursed. A reproduction can be found here.
( Lightguy hail satan, Thu 18 Aug 2005, 15:10, Reply)