Mental Torture
I don't know why my little sis still talks to me, some of the things that i did to her:

Tied her to the banisters upstairs with every single dressing-gown belt that i could find. Mum then called us for supper so i went downstairs and told her that little sis was on the lo and wouldn't be coming down for a while. They had to cut her out in the end.

Once when we were looking after someones hamster for them while they were on holiday, we discovered that little sis was allergic. She came out in a red itchy rash. One day mum went out and told middle sis and myself not to let her itch her rash, so what did we do? That's right more dressing-gown belts and more banisters. But this time we felt that wasn't enough so we arranged out in front of her ( all opened ) a pack of crisps, a chocolate bar, a can of coke, and a slice of cake. After letting her look at the just out of reach food for a while, we then ate it in front of her. We untied her before mum came back of course.

Another one pulled with middle sis.
Just back from holiday we had finished unpacking and there was a large suitcase in the sitting room. At the same time through some sort of telepathy middle sis and i had the same idea.
"Lets play the suitcase game" said us.
"What's that?" enquired little sis.
So i duly climbed into the suitcase, they closed the lid, sat it on it's end, then put it back flat on the floor again and i climbed out exclaiming that it was wonderful. Middle sis then took her turn and did the exact same thing. Thinking that this sounded like great fun little sis climbed in readily. We locked the suitcase, turned it over a few times, took it upstairs, bounced it back down the stairs again, then left her in it for 30 mins. It's a wonder that she isn't claustrophobic.



Hmm really should say sorry for some of these things
(iamthedave, Fri 19 Aug 2005, 18:31, Reply)