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johnny Glowsticks
19-05-2006, 11:31 AM
Anyone got any funny stories about pathetic arguments / fights with brothers & sisters from childhood?

I'll start:

I beat the shit out of my brother in Felixstowe public toilets once over an argument about whether or not the sit- in "Afterburner" arcade game had a seatbelt or not. I said it did, he disagreed.

I got one month in the cooler.

PS. Sorry 'bout that bro :roll:

salacious crumb
19-05-2006, 11:42 AM
Wasn't an argument, but i was having a handstand contest wit my sister once and did a handstand on one of the couches in the back room and put both feet through the plate glass window that the couch was in front of, I then actually tried to cover it up and 'fix' it with sellotape before my parents got back - that was never gonna work was it? :roll:

johnny Glowsticks
19-05-2006, 11:50 AM
Class.

I remember when we were living in Germany, our mum and dad used to sometimes go to the Sergeant's Mess on a Saturday night. So they'd leave me and our kid in the flat with a massive ammount of sweets, crisps and pop plus a load of video's hired out from the NAAFI to keep us from fighting.

We got into a row about what video to watch next, and I don't know how it happened but he managed to lock me out of the lving room, whilst he sat the other side of the door laughing and shouting abuse. Then he put his eye to the keyhole and started sticking his fingers up which infuriated me. What did I do? Ran into my room and got a can of Lynx spray and waited untill his eye appeared again in the keyhole.

0ne month.

ps Sorry 'bout that bro :roll:

salacious crumb
19-05-2006, 12:01 PM
:lol:

I remember watching my youngest sister floating out into the middle of central park pond after my brother had pushed her in after some argument, her coat sort of started to fan out all around her, and cos of the slight current she started to twirl round, it just looked like a little head floating on the top of a bundle of cloth slowly swirling towards the swan island thing in the middle, well funny- especially after my mum had to wade in to rescue her because using a really long twig to snag her hadn't worked :D

mooney
19-05-2006, 02:34 PM
Where do i begin?

Many an argument - some including weapons.

My brother threw me through a window one. I had a big bit of glass sticking out of my elbow. That hurt a little.

There was the time my brother ran through a glass dorr because I wouldnt open it for him. he said he would charge through it and I thought he was kidding. I found out he wasnt. The glass door was at the bottom of the stairs and i heard him run up them and then shout "I'm coming!". As sure as the sun rises in the morning, he charged into it and came flying through. I was ok (somehow). He ended up having to go to hospital to get 100 bits of glass taken out of his back. Fool.

There was also the time we were having a big fight (there was four of us) and we had to get this "magik" key. Me and my mate had it and locked ourselves in the the kitchen. We say locked, there were sliding doors between the kitchen and the dining room so we used a bike lock to keep them together. It meant my bro and his mate could open the slide doors just enough to hurl stuff at us. Eventually tired of throwing bits of nothing at us, he got the deodrant and a lighter. No, he wasnt going to burn us, he was trying to melt the bike lock. Eventually the plastic melted away (onto the carpet) and the metal part of the lock was left. No amount of deodrant was going to get through that! So, he THEN began spraying the deodrant at us. Proper big flames. We were a little scared at this point, but then he decided to get a lot of old newspaper. He scrunched it up and set it alight and then tried to throw it through the small gap in the slide doors. He didnt manage to get it through and all this paper fell on the floor, setting the carpet on fire. the flames were pretty big - knee hight. With us in the kitchen he couldnt get any water. Did he stamp on it to put it out? No. Did he put a blanket on it? No. He got down on his hands and knees and tried to blow it out! It was hilarious. Eventually his mate smothered it. Coz the carpet had such a hidious pattern on it (we lived in a rented house) my parents never actually foudn out that there was a big burn hole.

Magik
19-05-2006, 10:21 PM
Anyone got any funny stories about pathetic arguments / fights with brothers & sisters from childhood?

I'll start:

I beat the shit out of my brother in Felixstowe public toilets once over an argument about whether or not the sit- in "Afterburner" arcade game had a seatbelt or not. I said it did, he disagreed.

I got one month in the cooler.

PS. Sorry 'bout that bro :roll:


Get ...a fucking...job!

the teapot gnome
19-05-2006, 10:30 PM
Anyone got any funny stories about pathetic arguments / fights with brothers & sisters from childhood?

I'll start:

I beat the shit out of my brother in Felixstowe public toilets once over an argument about whether or not the sit- in "Afterburner" arcade game had a seatbelt or not. I said it did, he disagreed.

I got one month in the cooler.

PS. Sorry 'bout that bro :roll:


Get ...a fucking...job!

There may be more places coming up at our place so the two of you could work together,imagine the fun :lol:

Coakley
20-05-2006, 07:18 PM
Me and our kid were arguing about wrestling one day and I, rather sloppily, supplexed him through my bed....no chipboard shite for me either, it was a solid pine frame i'd inherited from my grans house.

It took 3 weeks for the severe purple and black bruising on his back to die down.

johnny Glowsticks
20-05-2006, 07:58 PM
Get ...a fucking...job!

I've got one.

There was another time when me and our kid were round at me aunties, she'd spent ages cooking us up a massive mixed grill at the stove bless her, she put the dinners down in front of us, I immeidiately thanked me aunty Joy, whereas his first response was:

" I don't like mushrooms!"

So embarrased, I snarled "Just eat it!". So in retalliation he picked up the vinegar and started shaking it all over me, shouting "don't fcuking tell me what to do!", I struck back in the same fashion with the salt and a slanging match errupted before my Aunty intervened, thus stopping the war of the condiments.

This was about 5 years ago.

neil
20-05-2006, 08:23 PM
:lol: :lol: :lol: Excellent stories Johhny Boy, laughed so much i think a little bit of wee came out

Get ...a fucking...job!
Mental scarring still hurt eh Dave? :lol: