Indigestion
Back when I was a kid my sister apparently lost the use of her legs.

Well, she would always get me to fetch and carry stuff for her (the lazy sod).

Anyway, when I was thirteen(ish) and my sis was (and always will be) a couple of years older, sat round the dinner table one Sunday afternoon having endured the usual Catholic-bashing at church in the morning, my sister turns to me and says:

'Spanky, be a love and run up to my room and get my indigestion tablets.'

Normal procedure after my mum's infamous Sunday lunch.

So, being the good lapdog that I was, I bolted upstairs, found the tablets, and returned in a flash, tossing the little packet onto the table like a hunter-gatherer returning with a great hunk of dead mammoth.

Silence.

My sister looked horrified.

My mum turned a strange colour purple.

Still, not really my fault - how the hell was I supposed to know at that tender age the difference between Rennie and birth control pills???
( SpankyHanky, Tue 30 Dec 2008, 10:24, Reply)