Siblings
Brothers and sisters - can't live with 'em, can't stove 'em to death with the coal scuttle and bury 'em behind the local industrial estate. Tell us about yours.
Thanks to suboftheday for the suggestion -we're keeping the question open for another week for the New Year
( , Thu 25 Dec 2008, 17:20)
Brothers and sisters - can't live with 'em, can't stove 'em to death with the coal scuttle and bury 'em behind the local industrial estate. Tell us about yours.
Thanks to suboftheday for the suggestion -we're keeping the question open for another week for the New Year
( , Thu 25 Dec 2008, 17:20)
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Move on, bro
Some brothers might, thirty years on, have admitted they fell out of their bedroom window rather than continue to insist they were pushed by their elder brother.
I'm just saying.
Admittedly, I may have initiated the "walk along a highly polished windowsill in our socks", but frankly at 4 you should have known better.
( , Mon 5 Jan 2009, 11:57, 2 replies)
Some brothers might, thirty years on, have admitted they fell out of their bedroom window rather than continue to insist they were pushed by their elder brother.
I'm just saying.
Admittedly, I may have initiated the "walk along a highly polished windowsill in our socks", but frankly at 4 you should have known better.
( , Mon 5 Jan 2009, 11:57, 2 replies)
Feel your pain...
My sister is pathological about the idea that I pushed her out the laundry window. I chased her *into* it...but the fall was a foot and a half into a big spongy bush. She maintains she fell onto the concrete path three feet past the bush (jumped, maybe?) and got REALLY hurt.
She tells this story every time I see her, to strangers in the street, people we meet when out, whatever. I just don't see her anymore, for this and other reasons. She's a pathological liar like our mam anyways.
So, nephew, hope you had a great bday earlier this week, and many more to come, cos I won't be seeing them.
( , Tue 6 Jan 2009, 0:41, closed)
My sister is pathological about the idea that I pushed her out the laundry window. I chased her *into* it...but the fall was a foot and a half into a big spongy bush. She maintains she fell onto the concrete path three feet past the bush (jumped, maybe?) and got REALLY hurt.
She tells this story every time I see her, to strangers in the street, people we meet when out, whatever. I just don't see her anymore, for this and other reasons. She's a pathological liar like our mam anyways.
So, nephew, hope you had a great bday earlier this week, and many more to come, cos I won't be seeing them.
( , Tue 6 Jan 2009, 0:41, closed)
Well, he doesn't go that far
Although he keeps the story alive every so often.
( , Tue 6 Jan 2009, 17:15, closed)
Although he keeps the story alive every so often.
( , Tue 6 Jan 2009, 17:15, closed)
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