I must confess - I once tied my sister to a chair. For about 15 minutes. My mother had a fit over that.
Riley ,'Potential'
Spike's Bitches 31: We're Motivated Go-getters.
[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.
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.
I can remember very few physical fights with my sister. (Except for one time. She was lying on the floor with a beanbag chair on top of her head, because the sun was bothering her eyes and this was apparently a better solution than closing the shades. I walked in, didn't notice her, and sat on the chair. Every once in a while, out of nowhere, the "You sat on my head!" "You were lying with a chair on your head!" will just emerge out of nowhere.)
Today, I showed my students "Donald in Mathmagic Land." They thought it was dumb. I'm disappointed in the youth of America. (And a bit of the youth of South Korea, too, I guess -- two of my students are from there.)
All I ever did was stab my sister with a fork.
Of course, the fork still had dog food on it, so that was kind of a bonus.
ION, I HAVE A PIRATE SHIP, and Nora completely rocks.