Injured Siblings
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)
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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Torture by Lego
Apart from beating the crap out of my little (well behaved, highly academic) brother. Locking his little mates in the
shed ("there are some sweats at the back!") and then screaming "Snakes! Spiders!" Oh and dangling him over the banisters from his feat and making him say things like "I'm a big poofta". He used to love making large elaborate spaceships out of lego. I'd pretend not to be interested until completion then I'd grab it and swing it wildly around making "Neeeaarrrnnnnn" noises as I flew it close to walls etc. After I got bored with this I'd say " I think this should fly upstairs", which meant it was time to crash it down the stairs.
Drawing it out with a few more "neeeeeaarn, whooosh" noises I'd sling it downstairs and watch it disintegrate. While
my brother was crying and cursing me I'd give him a massive deadleg and bid him good day.
Ahhhh, happy times.
He is a copper now.
( , Fri 19 Aug 2005, 13:45, Reply)
Apart from beating the crap out of my little (well behaved, highly academic) brother. Locking his little mates in the
shed ("there are some sweats at the back!") and then screaming "Snakes! Spiders!" Oh and dangling him over the banisters from his feat and making him say things like "I'm a big poofta". He used to love making large elaborate spaceships out of lego. I'd pretend not to be interested until completion then I'd grab it and swing it wildly around making "Neeeaarrrnnnnn" noises as I flew it close to walls etc. After I got bored with this I'd say " I think this should fly upstairs", which meant it was time to crash it down the stairs.
Drawing it out with a few more "neeeeeaarn, whooosh" noises I'd sling it downstairs and watch it disintegrate. While
my brother was crying and cursing me I'd give him a massive deadleg and bid him good day.
Ahhhh, happy times.
He is a copper now.
( , Fri 19 Aug 2005, 13:45, Reply)
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