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Things You Did To Your Siblings.. That Were Cruel But Also Funny


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My next older sister is about 5.5 years older.

When I was about 7, she and I were home alone and messing around. Sometimes we'd get kinda mean to each other, hitting each other and stuff. She slapped me across the face for some reason (I probably deserved it) and I started crying and then she felt bad, so she hugged me to her. And while my face was buried in her belly, I bit her stomach.

I felt bad about it actually, 'cause I really hurt her and made her cry, too. To this day, I really don't know why she and I would fight so much. That's the fight that most sticks in my memory, though.

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My sister has always had the nails, while I've always had a strong punch. We'd get into sissy fights so fast, I think that's the reason my parents stoped after me. Hehehehe, godforbid they have another kid like me.

I also would rip off her Ken doll heads, because she would take all my Barbie clothes and shoes. If you know how damn hard those shoes are to either find, or get, you'd understand. That and how can Barbie and Ken go out in the Barbie Jeep when Ken doesn't have a head.....

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Me and my younger brother (two years younger) used to get into it all the time.

I once chased him through the house with a meat tenderizer and he threw me down the stairs ... I still to this day can't remember why we did either of these things. The marks are still in what used to be his bedroom door at my parents house. He threw the house phone at me in the kitchen and I ducked, it dented my Mom's new refridgerator. My Mom was soooo mad. My brother told my Mom I threw the phone and to this day he tells her I did it.

I haven't talked to my little brother much in the past year, only when we're forced to ... I called his wife a "fat lazy bitch". *shrug* ... I'd apologize if it wasn't so true.

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I have two little sisters and an older brother. 'The girls' we were always fighting, and I mean always fighting. But to this day I get violent whenever someone tickles me, my poor gf. Lets just say some foster kids pinned me under the coffee table. But revenge was swift. I also had the habit of locking my siblings in the closet. Oh sweet irony.

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when my younger sisters and i were really little (between the ages of 3-6), i would get two laundry baskets together, and lock them in between the two.. the both of them against me... then, they'd get out, and start chasing me around the house.... ah, the good 'ol days of being kids...

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we used to hold my little sister christine down and fart on her head. (5 boys against 1 girl)

Oh. My. God. Does she still talk to ANY of you?!?!

The most devious on her part was that she hollowed out a grape with a toothpick and then refilled it with salt and popped it back on to the bunch and 'offered' me the grapes, which of course I ate and I ended up eating a big nasty grape skin of salt. I told you it was devious. And, don't ask me why, but my sister and I thought the fact that Marie Antoinette lost her head to the guillutine (sp?) was absolutely hilarious. We would say 'Off with her head!' and then pop off barbie's head. We found this very entertaining.

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Wow, you can tell most of the posts didn't involve solely brothers. One of the nicer evil things I use to do with my brothers was stuff them into a 35 gallon thick walled cardboard drum (butt first, so their feet were pinned to their heads) my parents used as a trash can in the basement, and see how hard and fast I could roll them into the wall. :whistle:

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We use to do terrible things to eachother as kids.

Included but not limited to.

Hitting my brother with an old wire brush, so hard he still has little dots on his hand to this day where the wire pierced through the skin.

My older cousin pushed me down cement stairs. I looked like ET for a month, its sucked.

I dug a hole in our front yard and covered it up with a blanket and leaves, my intention was to get back at my older cousin for pushing me down stairs by having him fall in the hole. He ended up tripping and falling on my tonka truck. You know one of those old metal ones. One of the edges went through his bottom lip, he had to get stiches ... as I laughed and laughed.

Tied my younger cousin to a tree for a few hours.

Locked my brother in the pen with our mean ass turkey for about 10 mins. Which was not pretty.

I was the only girl in the family so come holiday time I was the only one in a dress. Of course my dresses were always bought and picked out by the Megabeast ( my grandmother), which means they were always pink and poofy. The boys would throw things to me that would stick, I hated them for it.

My brother cracked my cousins head open with a brick.

I cracked my brothers head open playing wrestle mania.

My brother shot me point blank with a bee-bee gun after pumping it WAY to many times. We use to have bee-bee wars all the time in the field behind out house.

Lots of more shit I can't think of . Kids + no supervision = crazy.

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I'm an only child, but my parents both worked, and pretty much from day one I went to a babysitter with 5 other kids during the day. Believe me we fought like siblings. A lot of people tell me today that they didn't know right away that I am an only child because I know how to wrastle and bicker, whereas other friends I've had who were only children and weren't raised around other kids everyday just don't seem to understand those things.

The worst thing I remember doing was to my friend's younger brother, who is four years younger than me. He would fight with me as much as, if not more than, his sister. One day we were lying on the living room floor watching TV and he was running back and forth in front of us blocking the picture. Finally I got annoyed with it and stuck my foot out to trip him. Unfortunately he tripped into the coffee table, his teeth went through his lip, and he had to get 2 stitches. I felt so bad...

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MY sister was a whiny 'lil screamer. She always got her way, and it got old. So, I used to beat the crap out of her, and for extra shits and giggles, I would slap her across the face several times and yell "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!! OH MY GOD YOU'RE HAVING A NIGHTMARE!!"

She fell for it for a little while, anyway......

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I would slap her across the face several times and yell "WAKE UP! WAKE UP!! OH MY GOD YOU'RE HAVING A NIGHTMARE!!"

She fell for it for a little while, anyway......

Ohhh... girls are soooo devious...

I LOVE that one. I'd love to use it on Jon, srsly. That would be so totally bogus.

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I think I was more than cruel, I was just downright evil.

My sister is 4 years (to the day) older than I. When I was little I bit a chunk out of her back because she looked at me funny. A few months later I shoved a Bic pen into her leg.

o.O I have a lot of pent up rage. lol

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One fight of my brother, whos 5yrs older, consisted of him dumping a huge cup of iced tea over my head when I was fresh out of the shower. I then proceeded to chase him through the house and whip an uncooked block of ramin noodles at him and hit him in the back of the head. They shattered and there were noodles ALL over my moms room.

He used to hide under my bed and in my closet and scare me all the time when I was little. We also used to get into fist fights a lot. We didnt do sissy shit. We flat out threw punches.

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