Perhaps I should elaborate.

My family is comprised of four boys, three girls. My brothers were spoiled absolutely rotten- they could do anything they wanted, whenever they wanted. Us girls, on the other hand, were expected to cook, clean and take care of the boys. Whenever the boys would get caught doing things like stealing bikes or taking drugs, they would deflect attention off themselves by making up crap about us girls. Worked every time. I had just come off an unfair grounding caused by another brother when this incident ocurred. My brother was laughing as he dialed the phone, saying I was toast because mom would believe him, and she would have. To this day he admits he had it coming. I am glad the knife didn't strike him, though. I would still be grounded!;)

€uro- that's hilarious! How did you do it?

*note to self, do not blackmail wendybeth......


:cheers:

I'm much better now.


:D

*note to self, blackmail wendybeth.

I menat that I have a much better aim.:evil:

Ever read A Confederacy of Dunces? During his time as a file clerk, Ignatius J. Reilly is responsible for filing all of the receipts and inventory for the company he works for. His filing system? The garbage can.

For about the last year of my job in NYC, that was my filing system, too.

My brother broke the antenna off of his TV and brandished it at me like an autistic child having an epileptic swashbuckling fit.

And then he threw his trashcan at me.

Sibling love!

Last night was supposed to be one of my alcohol-free evenings. I had 2 glasses of red wine.

When we were younger I used to beat the crap out of my brother and then cry and get him in trouble. While he was getting yelled at I'd stand behind my mom and flip him off, therefore causing him to scream and pitch a fit and end up being sent to his room :evil:

I stole a bag of poi when I was two.