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This one's for you, sister smiley_cow. LOVEYOUOMG
Oh man, childhood memory just hit me out of nowhere.
When I was a kid (we're talking five, six years old) me and my sister shared a room together. It wasn't pleasant. Eventually one day I stole my little brother (who couldn't fight back then) 's room and set up shop there and he had to move in with her.
A bit after, my parents tore down the bar in the basement and gave me a whole new room.
Anyway.
That bar.
I used to sit on top of that bar with my ponies and throw them at my sister's head.
Oh man, good times. Good times.
When I was a kid (we're talking five, six years old) me and my sister shared a room together. It wasn't pleasant. Eventually one day I stole my little brother (who couldn't fight back then) 's room and set up shop there and he had to move in with her.
A bit after, my parents tore down the bar in the basement and gave me a whole new room.
Anyway.
That bar.
I used to sit on top of that bar with my ponies and throw them at my sister's head.
Sister: AUGH
Me: They can fly! ...and they hate you.
Oh man, good times. Good times.