The Typewriter...
Many years ago when I could still prove a worthy foe for my now 6ft tall, hard-as-nails younger brother, we fought like cat and dog but fortunately we never did each other any serious harm...

The main cause for this was that despite being a kicker and a biter in my younger years, my weapon of choice was the Typewriter. During an argument I would drag my little brother (3 years my junior) onto the floor, sit on him and tap frantically away at his chest (hence the Typewriter), and every time he protested or tried to wriggle free I'd push his face to one side with a "TING!" for the carriage return (what can I say, it was years ago).

The best thing about it was he'd usually end up laughing and serious violence would be averted. If only all the world's troubles could be tackled with a good old fashioned typewriter...
(spacecowgirl, Tue 23 Aug 2005, 14:28, Reply)