Obviously, most of you have brothers and/or sisters, older and/or younger. Well, just wanted to post this here after having a nice conversation in the shoutbox a mere 10 minutes ago.
"
Were you dropped on your head as a child?" was the question that started it by someone to someone.
I then began having those flashback things you call flashbacks.
I'm leaving out everyone but me, because this is a lovely and thrilling story... Here's why:
Robot Collins:
I was. And that ain't a joke.
Robot Collins:
And I can actually prove it.
Robot Collins:
Top of my skull is kinda flat due to a lovely concrete landing. Fuuuuun times...
Robot Collins:
And who did it? C*** sibling.
Robot Collins:
Funny thing is, she always wanted me dead, which is probably why that happened.
Rob Collins:
Along with pushing me off the bed when I was baby, and she tried to blame me. A baby. She blamed me, as a baby. APPARENTLY trying to grab a COAT HANGER. Fuck off, c*** sibling.
Don't you just love siblings? I sure do. Why did I post this? We need a Coffee Shop section.
Edit: I forgot to mention that once again, this is actually all true.
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