Once my friend April and I were going to play barbies, and they dogged our heals, whining and wanting to play. So April dug a little hole in the ground and told them that if they would have sex with the little hole in the ground, they could play barbies. They both layed down and made the appropriate hip swiveling movements. We laughed so hard we almost cried, but they got to hold the (mostly vestigial for purposes of real Barbie playing) Ken dolls and pretend to do guy things with them. |
One time we tied up my big sister when she was baby sitting us. She was on the phone to one of her friends, and we tied her to the chair so she couldn't move or hang up the phone. |
I've known the word "antagonize" since I was 6 or 7 because my mother's favorite thing to say to me was, "don't ANTAGONIZE him." I used to make my little brother drink vile combinations of all the liquors and liqueurs my parents had in the closet. except he liked it. would sometimes tie him up and tickle him and threaten to gag him with a dirty sock if he screamed. pulled his hair, pinched (with fingernails), tickled, hit. sometimes we'd play this game on my parents' bed -- whoever could push the other off the bed would win. he'd always set the ground rules -- no pulling hair, no pinching and no tickling. I would pretend to agree. locked him in the "cubby hole" in the basement -- a three-foot-high cement space where we kept suitcases. there were spiders. my parents let me lock the door to my room. sometimes, if I was feeling really nice, I'd take him on a tour of my room, which he hardly ever got to see. we fought way past normal fighting ages. like up until I left for college. when I left he was 13. when I came back for the summer, he was 14. that made all the difference. when I got back, I punched him in the arm. what I thought was really hard. then he punched me back and I knew I could never beat him up again. a couple christmases ago I told him I was sorry for terrorizing him throughout his childhood. he said, "well, it's a little late now." but then we went out for beer and it was ok. |
The worst things my brother did to me were biting my thumb (which then got all infected and swollen) and stabbing me in the back with a pencil because I wouldn't stop playing the piano. I really liked practicing scales. The worst thing I did to my sister was the time when I pulled her pants down in front of a boy she liked. I was 10 and she was 13. I don't think she's ever forgiven me, but it still makes me laugh whenever I think of it. |
When my sister was very small...having only recently learned to walk, I taught her to climb into her crib. I would then, on a regular basis, con her into climbing in, and promise to teach her how to climb out again. "But I can't teach you how to climb out if you don't climb in first" She fell for it every time. |
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I wish I could rememebr what he'd done to deserve it... |
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they have severe burns now they are covered in scars. i jst got out of jail. they were 13 and 12 and i was 28 |
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I haven't been here for awhile and I've missed posting with you...:) |
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tired of it and for that, I'm sad.:( |
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V, I get fed up now and then, but then again, I think.....who cares!!! I mean, come on, we all have our rights to our opinions, don't we? I like you and I don't care what anyone has to say about it. :) |
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Her family is very nice, but they don't like my son very much. I mean, they don't hate him, but he did hurt their little girls heart, so the trust isn't there anymore. I don't think they know about how she wanted to sleep with my son and if they knew that, I'm sure they wouldn't have the hard feelings towards my son. Infact, they should respect him for not wanting to do it, ya know? Oh well, I'm proud of my son. I agree with you V, Greek food is very good. I try to eat healthy and I take good things too. I hope to live a long healthy life, you too! |
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