'The Girl in Question'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
What bugs even more is that if they had even used the right word, it still doesn't make sense. Is arriving any time between 8am and 5pm considered prompt?
He just sent an e-mail to correct himself on the word, but he didn't make any more sense of that logistical inconsistency.
I responded to laugh and say that I made fun of him in my head. I neglected to mention that I made fun of him to my Internet friends as well.
My older sisters were not hitters, biters, hair pullers or scratchers. They would, however, shove me in a closet/basement and bar the door.
I must confess - I once tied my sister to a chair. For about 15 minutes. My mother had a fit over that.
My sister and I duct taped our brother to a chair. Then left him there to go watch tv. For about 30 minutes.
My sister cut all my hair off. Also cracked my skull, though that was mostly an accident.
Mostly?
I've sewn my little brother to his bedsheets, dumped Tang on his very wet hair, and sat on his chest until he turned blue.
I got my ass kicked when he turned 16 and shot up to 6'3" and started lifting weights.
All that sibling rivalry is apparently more important than we realized:
At research centers in the U.S., Canada, Europe and elsewhere, investigators are launching a wealth of new studies into the sibling dynamic, looking at ways brothers and sisters steer one another into--or away from--risky behavior; how they form a protective buffer against family upheaval; how they educate one another about the opposite sex; how all siblings compete for family recognition and come to terms--or blows--over such impossibly charged issues as parental favoritism.
I would sit on my little sister and dangle loogies over her face, and suck them back in at the moment of truth.
Course, a couple of time, gravity tricked me.
She always had claws though, and I was a nail biter, so I still have scars from her stratching the shit out of me. Mostly, we just rolled around on the floor hissing.
Wow. Suddenly dressing my little brothers up in girls' clothes ('cause I really wanted sisters instead) doesn't seem so awful.