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» Injured Siblings
fork in ankle
It was Thanksgiving and my brother was running around like a monkey all over the house. He was literally jumping up and down screaming and beating his chest and such. My family thought it was cute and I found it nothing but annoying. He made his way over to where I was sitting and started grabbing at my plate and shoving my turkey stuffing in his mouth. I got upset, because the stuffing is my most favorite part of Thanksgiving, and so I slapped his hand away. He then proceeded to punch me in the head and started to run away before I could beat him back. I looked down and grabbed my fork and chucked it at his foot as he was turning the corner to make an escape out of the dining room. The fork actually hit him in the ankle and stuck there. He was screaming so loud with this fork imbedded in his ankle and I was laughing my ass of and so were my mom and dad. He had a reason to be screaming then.
(Tue 23rd Aug 2005, 13:55, More)
fork in ankle
It was Thanksgiving and my brother was running around like a monkey all over the house. He was literally jumping up and down screaming and beating his chest and such. My family thought it was cute and I found it nothing but annoying. He made his way over to where I was sitting and started grabbing at my plate and shoving my turkey stuffing in his mouth. I got upset, because the stuffing is my most favorite part of Thanksgiving, and so I slapped his hand away. He then proceeded to punch me in the head and started to run away before I could beat him back. I looked down and grabbed my fork and chucked it at his foot as he was turning the corner to make an escape out of the dining room. The fork actually hit him in the ankle and stuck there. He was screaming so loud with this fork imbedded in his ankle and I was laughing my ass of and so were my mom and dad. He had a reason to be screaming then.
(Tue 23rd Aug 2005, 13:55, More)