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| Originally posted by eXo I used to have an older sister...then I killed her in her sleep. |
lol u sick mofo!
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| Originally posted by igottaknow omg u were sleeping with your sister? |
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| Originally posted by eXo No, I was sleeping with YOUR sister. |
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| Originally posted by eXo No, I was sleeping with YOUR sister. |
pics?
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| Originally posted by chojin pics? |
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| Originally posted by igottaknow Only problem is i only have a younger brother so u must have... omg that's even worse! |
Ignoring the total losers asking for pics...
I sure as hell never got rides from my sisters. What the hell are you complaining about? Instead of turning the heat off, you could've just pointed the vent away from you. Or better yet, you could just shut your mouth and be happy that you're getting a free ride.
Frankly, if I'm giving someone a ride, and they start whining about any of the following: the music, the heat, the windows, or my driving - I will promptly tell them to get out and walk. Doesn't matter if said person is a friend, girlfriend, or family member. It's MY car, I make the rules, and I suggest you follow the same principle with your sister instead of complaining. Sounds to be like she's giving you frequent rides and thus doing you a HUGE favour, not being a "bastard".
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| Originally posted by DigiNut Ignoring the total losers asking for pics... I sure as hell never got rides from my sisters. What the hell are you complaining about? |
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| Instead of turning the heat off, you could've just pointed the vent away from you. Or better yet, you could just shut your mouth and be happy that you're getting a free ride. |
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It's MY car, |
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Sounds to be like she's giving you frequent rides and thus doing you a HUGE favour, not being a "bastard". |
I like her
she gave me a lift home one night, shes was nice to me.
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| Originally posted by Roddy I like her she gave me a lift home one night, shes was nice to me. |
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| Originally posted by UglyDave it's not her car, she had to leave my mum to work anyways, and uni is on the way. |
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| it was the thing for gettin condensation of the windscreen. and it was soo sore at that time of the morning!! |
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| it's mammys car!! |
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| i give her a hell of a lot more than she gives me! |
My sis "was" both nice and mean she would give me rides sometimes and take me places and we used to fight alot mainly cause of me lol cause she is ugly when she is mad and basicly every ohter time 
jk but we get along now no fights nothing to fight about really she is in cali and im in ohio she is coming home for christmas she is in the navy now she also listens to trance which is cool i think i got her into it and her bf listens to trance to it is awesome i got my step brothers into it muah and my one friend im a machine but a little off subject sorry for the run on sentences im lazy and stupid now
Uglydave how old is your sis?
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| Originally posted by DigiNut Sorry, I'm not seeing your point - are you saying that because your stop is on the way, it's not a favour, but rather she owes it to you to give you a ride? |
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Boo hoo. I didn't even realize it was the defroster you were complaining about - you ever tried driving with the windows fogged up? |
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Your sister was driving it. You weren't, and neither was your "mammy". End of story. |
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Although your attitude leaves me in doubt as to the validity of this statement, it may be true since you haven't given us an entire history. Feel free to enumerate the various sub-equations of your mathematical relationship with her to prove how much better of a brother you are than she is a sister. |
I seem to be hearing a lot of comments about how they owe you these courtesies, but haven't heard any explanations as to why they owe it to you. Your sister owes you a ride because your mom lent her the car? Please... think logically.
It sounds like you're being a bit of a spoiled brat. Try going away to university and paying for your own car, not to mention losing the "comforts of your own home".
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| Originally posted by DigiNut It sounds like you're being a bit of a spoiled brat. Try going away to university and paying for your own car, not to mention losing the "comforts of your own home". |
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| Originally posted by sooper Try masturbating in the dark, late at nite, and then wondering how you're gonna clean yourself up when you can't even see the mess you made, and you can't reach over to turn the lamp on, cause you don't want to roll over and make an even bigger mess. |
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| Show some sympathy, and thaw your cold heart... |
Re: sisters are bastards
As it is Halloween time...
i would like to tell you about the several times i tried to kill my sister angela.
i was three, and already familiar with my mother's inability to take care of living things. she came in from the cab carrying the baby carrier and plopped it down on the table to light a cigarette.
"there are two things you don't do to this baby, heather," began my instructions on baby care. "you don't pull that scab off of her belly button and you don't push in this soft spot on her head." i had my mother demonstrate for me several times how not to push the spot in.
not five minutes later she jogged off to the kitchen to do something or other, leaving me with a small window in which to kill the baby.
reaching up as far as i could (i was a small child, probably due to my early diet consisting only of top ramen and mayo and sugar sandwiches), i grabbed for the disgusting brown and red scab on the baby's belly and pulled like i was opening a can of schlitz. the scab came off with an almost audible *schwick* sound and the baby started screaming. to cover my tracks, i put the scab back on to her bleeding bellybutton and ran over to sit in front of the tv.
she is lucky i wasn't tall enough to moosh her soft spot.
it wasn't that long after the belly button incident that i started to think about injecting my sister with poison. i didn't know anything about household poisons, but i did have the knowledge of one poisonous substance that all kids are born with: dog poop.
every kid in the world knows that if you touch dog poop or step in dog poop that you will instantly die a very painful and stinky death. we sometimes used to collect the poop (of which there was a lot in our neighborhood) on sticks and chase each other around.
i knew that if i smeared dog shit on the baby it would surely kill her. i also knew that if i did so my mother would probably figure it was me. i had been watching a lot of quincy jones on tv and decided that injection was the best way to go. when no one was looking, i stole a safety pin from the diaper bag and went looking for a fresh pile.
once i dipped the pin in the lethal poop, i was ready to do the baby in. she was sitting in her usual place, the playpen situated about 2 feet away from the tv. i grabbed one of her wriggling tootsies and positioned the safety pin for the kill.
even after repeated stabbings in the foot, the baby failed to die. it would seem that my sister was the only child in the world who naturally produced the antibody to counteract the poop poison. lucky her.
one day, when she was about 6 months old and teething, i decided it was once again time to kill the baby.
it was nap time for me and my sister (nap time around our house started right after breakfast and lasted until almost dinner) and she was screaming her head off in her crib. i had decided that i had enough of the screaming and went to get my mom, who was nowhere to be found. once i was sure she wasn't actually hiding somewhere, i hatched my evil plan.
the plan was pretty simple, actually: force the baby's head through the crib bars.
it was a lot more difficult than i thought it would be, since by this point the baby had gained some muscle tone and motor control and was trying to wiggle away from me. with a little time (and a lot of spit) i did manage to get her head most of the way through. i don't believe this actually hurt my sister, since she soon stopped crying and was even sort of cooing and drooling in that way that babies and the mentally retarded do.
even though i was unable to get her head all the way through the bars, i felt i should still somehow record my victory. i knew my mother kept a polaroid camera under her bed, along with some other interesting things, so i went to get it. after some searching through all the jumbled crap, i finally found the camera. i brought it and some other stuff i found under there into my room and began to artfully decorate the baby with the found objects.
which means, of course, that somewhere there are several pictures of my sister surrounded by different sized dildos with her head smooshed between the crib bars.
i couldn't get her head unstuck, but i did manage to convince my mom that the baby had done it to herself.
i just thought you should know, in case you were wondering.
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| Originally posted by DigiNut I seem to be hearing a lot of comments about how they owe you these courtesies, but haven't heard any explanations as to why they owe it to you. Your sister owes you a ride because your mom lent her the car? Please... think logically. |
i agree with diginutty, just show some respect and u will receive it back. also refer to the driver's #21 rule: he/she who drives is the master of all dash board controls...
btw i gave your sister a ride (all night) and I didnt even have a car. j/k
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| btw i gave your sister a ride (all night) and I didnt even have a car. j/k |
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