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mean things you've done to siblings
-when one of my sisters was about a year old, I used to put her on a mattress, then fold the mattress over her and yell "BABY SANDWICH, BABY SANDWICH!" till she cried.
-when she was just learning how to talk, I would ask "Tiphy, do you have a brain?" and I taught her to knock on her head and say "knock knock, no brain." -when we were really young during christmas time, if my sister got a better toy than me, I would convince her that that toy was bad, so she woud give it to me instead. yeah, I guess looking back on it, I was kinda cruel. |
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When my brother use to piss me off beyond belief when I was babysitting him, or when he wouldnt listen to my mom.
I use to take the blender out.. and his fav stuffed animal.... ask him what he would htink if I shoved his toy in the blender and turned it on. I would never actually turn the blender on... but needless to stay.. my brother wont fuck with me anymore and behaves beyond belief when I'm around[accept for his laziness]. Other then that, I've never had a reason to be mean to him. but my cousins[i lived with them for a good portion of my life].... we were all on our own for getting each other into shit. From like eating candy and blaming the other, to like pretending the other hurt the other. we were up to no good. |
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-i played beauty parlor with my lil sis and put that white glue stuff on her face instead of a peel off mask..it was pretty funny..i mean..it still peels off when it dries..
-i would call her a baby shishcabob and tell her that since she was an accident..that she was to be eaten...then she would cry.. -..the list goes on forever..i was a mean sister.. |
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i told my sister who is 5 years older then me that she was adopted when i was like..6 and she was 11..
she believed me for a while.. that was halarious i think at that point it was more hope for her then anything. we used to have horses and stuff, so when we had to clean out the barn, we would always fight over the good wheelbarrow and pitchfork.. we would both have each hand on both ends of the pitchfork and drive each other into the corners of the stalls and trap each other then another time she locked me in the tack room so i picked up a hammer and made a hole big enough to put my hand threw, opened the door then she threw a stick at my face and almost got my eye.. hmm.. i dunno.. i'm sure theres plenty more,. i think she was more mean to me then i was to her |
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i stabbed my sister in the head with a pencil. on two occaisions. one time i broke a guitar stand over her head too. but she was waay worse. for the few physical outlashes at her, she fucked with my head and manipulated me beyond repair. i think shes a good part of the reason i dont trust many girls. but i love her now. were all grown up and shit
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i started the fighting in my household. i was still in my moms tummy about 7 months along, and i was kicking so my mom got my brother to put his chin on her stomach to feel me kick. i kicked so hard from the inside that he actually received a bruise - but he bruises like a fuckin peach.
according to my brothers grade 3 journal i read, i was awful. i used to cry alot to get him in trouble, and point the finger at him all the time. but i dont remember all of this and it could have just been jealousy due to my cuteness and his lack of. when i was in kindergarten he told me that 1 + 1 = 11. i told everybody. i used to go with my mom to pick him up from school and i couldnt pronounce his name yet (evan) so i called him i-yah. i would go running into his school at 3 yelling at the top of my lungs "i-yah! i-yah! i-yah cocahala!" my dad had taugh me how to say "cocahala" (i dont know how to spell the actual road) so it was usually in most of my sentences. anyways this apparently embarassed him beyond beliefe. my mom used to hide in the closet beside my brothers room and jump out and scare him so my brother used to send me in first so he wouldnt be the one that got scared - that was mean and i think attributes to many of my fears but its partly my moms fault too. one time he was the umpire for my softball game and we had just faught before the game and he called me out when i totally wasnt. the worst thing my brother did though was call me fat. Last edited by mugsy; Aug 03, 05 at 01:01 AM. |
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these are a few of the things id do to my big sis:
-on my sisters first day of grade 1 i flung oatmeal into her hair right b4 she had to leave for school:) -id give my sisters barbies to my doggins ruff,ruff would kill the barbies:) the list literally goes on and on.I did alot of bad shit to my sis when i was a kid,and she returned the favor! |
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my sister went to a sleep over with her friends when she was really little, like 6 or 7.
annnd they all told ghost stories or whatever . the next morning when she came home she told me about how scared she was of things grabbing her in the night. she pissed me off that day, so at night i hid under her bed and waited until she came into her room and then i grabbed her ankles. she freaked. |
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This one time i let my brother wrap me up in a big blanket , then i proceeded to let him tape me up i dont know why , seconds later i was rolled up to the edge of our stairs and then he rolled me down head first needless to say he broke my collarbone , you could say that I kicked his ass when i got homw from the hospital :robot:
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my sister and i would fight a lot, but i was usually the one with mean things done to me.
she used to come up behind me and hit me in the back of the head. then i'd start to cry and was about to go tell my parents when she was like "it was me! baby beluga did it!" and i believed her. i still don't like baby beluga. then there's the time she was chasing me down the hallway and threw something at me, which in turn caused me to trip and smash my head against the corner of the wall. i ended up at the hospital with about 10 stitches in the top of my head. hah one time i pinned her to her bed (she's always been tinier and shorter than me) and tried to smother her with a pillow... after i kicked her door in. hah we were vicious, but we love each other. |
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I still cry about it from time to time. --Joanne :P PS. my abs are harder than your beer gut. |