My older sister and I used to get stuck washing and drying the dishes. I liked to dry because once the dish towel got a little wet, it was great for snapping the towel on her butt. It was an art form that's probably gone now with auto dishwashers. Well that would start the war and she would grab a towel and return the favour. Dishes and knifes would be thrown. Doing the dishes was a crappy job and neither of us liked it so I guess we would take out our frustrations on each other.
One time she said 'trust me' as she put her hands around my neck. I was curious until I passed out. She was a strong girl, she could walk around the house on her hands. I had choke marks around my neck for a week.
Last edited by Vulcan; 08-27-2013 at 08:50 PM.
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