Evil Brothers.
My brothers generally always used to fight with each other, me as the cheering spectator, after they finally put each other in hospital one Christmas, they decided to turn their attention on me. Being a gullible 6 year old, I do whatever they say to impress them...jump off the chair as far as you can they say. So I did...proceeded to slide across the floor and straight into a chair arm, cue lot of blood pouring out of my left eye brow and mother not being impressed. About a year later, brothers find new 'fun' game. Catch...with little sister. It was really good fun, that is until I went into the same chair arm, again, cue lots of pissing blood from left eye lid and mother being *rather* annoyed with both brothers. Me? Well I just used to bite, it was the only effective thing. I would get great pleasure in seeing the bloody teeth prints on their arms/legs/face...
Now my brothers are in their 30's and it still goes on...
(wormeater, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 7:46, Reply)