[prohornblower]

Great thread idea. I feel bad about it but my brothers and I were pretty rough with eachother. I've got 3 siblings and our current ages are: Brother (31), Myself (28), Brother (21), Sister (19). Sort of two different generations, but I made sure to abuse my lil' bro as much as I got abused by big bro. We're Irish so the hazing was pretty rough.

Big brother knocked my front teeth out on Thanksgiving of 1985. We'd seen Rocky IV and were "shadow boxing" with batting gloves on. Suddenly he just all-out jacked me in the mouth and my teeth flew out, while all our family members looked on in disgust.

When I was around 17, my older brother came in and dropped a 2-liter of soda on my nuts from about a height of 3 feet. I was laying on the floor watching TV with arms behind my head. Full 2-liter slammed down on my nuts right in front of my dad and I got up and pounded the sh*t out of him, all the while he's laughing and taking his beating like a good brother should, while Dad is yelling at us to stop.

I used to take my little brothers matchbox cars out to the garage and drop free weights on them and the bench bar so that they looked like the were in a wreck. He hated it of course and I must have done this to about 20 cars. I also would paint them different colors. He still brings this up to this day as the thing he hated most about me. [img]/images/graemlins/grin.gif[/img]

I used to tell my little brother and sister that we had a guy living in our attic whose face was covered in blood (but he wasn't injured), and when we left the house he'd come down and eat peanut butter sandwiches until we came back.

I know there was a lot more, but I'll save those for later. Most of our abuse was physical, mental, and emotional. No sticking toothbrushes in the toilet (at least I didn't do that). That's pretty sick and messed up. If we hurt eachother we did it to our face.