This story ties in to the main theme but takes a while, but it's priceless. Well, when I was about 4, my brother, 7 at the time, and I were partners in crime-he would make me do something, and he would laugh, and the more he laughed the more I did. Well one day it backfired on him big time.
One morning we watched the 3 Stooges and afterward he convinced me that it was fake and noone got hurt, BUT he also got me to try it on another family member in real life:
He handed me one of those big ass dinner forks with the 2 prongs, like the kind you use to stick ham or roast beef with, and took me upstairs to where my uncle Frank was sleeping.And he told me to stick him in the ass with it, and that's just what I did..the scream from underneath the pillow was horrifying, and he shot up in bed with his hair all in disarray from sleeping, and he looked like some kind of screaming monster.
The rest of the day was spent trying to catch me, and when I was caught, I blew the whistle on my brother. And because I was little and they knew about my brother Jim's powers of 'persusaion'as well as his past track record.
I took the fall less harder than Jim. My hide was tanned further on top of the fact that I am an American Indian. But my brother fared a lot less better......
Our father took his pants down in front of everyone in the house, while he was screaming, and took a fork and jabbed HIM in the ass with it, and asked him how it felt. Then he beat the tar out of his ass with a spatula, and I was LMAO big time!
It was funny because of the faces and the sounds he was making while he was being beaten, and I basked in the glory of sweet revenge and LMAO until I was taken out of the room.
Another episdoe of the 3 Stooges, anyone?
