The one that worked
My big brother HATED me when we were kids--and for no reason, really. He would hit me and narc on me every day. The only thing I can remember doing to him that worked was this (way too long) story:

When we took showers and the bathroom mirrors got fogged up, we were told not to draw on the fog with our fingers, cause the oils in our hands would streak the glass (yeah strict parents). If we did draw on em we'd have to clean the mirror, which was about half the wall of the bathroom, and we were kids, so it was a huge deal. Anyway, one time after my brother got out of the shower I went into the bathroom and wrote his name in it. But since I was a kid, my handwriting was worse than my brothers, so I got caught (like I did with just about everything I tried) (being a terrible liar didn't help matters any). So anyway I came up with a better plan the next time--I went in after my bro had taken a long shower and put my hand on the mirror, then added an extra digit to each finger to make the handprint his size. No amount of me being a terrible liar could save him that time. The moral of the story is: NOBODY COUNTS THE DIGITS. NOBODY EVER COUNTS THE DIGITS.
(RunningFool, Fri 14 May 2004, 3:55, Reply)