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Originally Posted by Zee
 Aw I used to hate that, about 4 or 5 years ago I think, my mum dragged my younger brother and I to an art exhibition. I'd have been 14/15 and my brother would have been 10/11, and he was being such a drag that day, he moaned the entire way round so both my mum and I were annoyed with him, then he started doing that annoying little brother act. He kept stepping on the back of my feet so I turned around and hissed "STOP DOING THAT YOU LITTLE CUN.." - my mum spun round and was like "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY" and I went "..trolling little.. person.."  such a miserable attempt at a save. I got into such trouble and he got off without even a shouting despite the fact he'd been winding us up the whole time  |
I remember when I called my mum a ****** for the first time. I ran so fast to my bedroom and locked the door, thinking I was all clever. Unfortunately I had taken the key out of the keyhole so my mum was unable to unlock it from the otherside. I got a slipper across my butt so hard.
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