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1. Deron Bauman on January 10th, 2012 at 1:46 pm

   Dang!

2. Jamie on January 10th, 2012 at 2:07 pm

   This brings to mind the time I broke a toy wooden rifle over my twin brother’s head (it’s astonishing we lived through childhood).
   He refused to rat me out to our parents at first, but we got into an argument and he threatened to do just that (it was only the two of us; I don’t know what the mystery was to my parents). So I hit him in the face with a plastic seat from our swing set and ran to turn myself in.
   I barely remember the moment, but I recall it making a sound not altogether different from the one on the video.

3. Robert Ledgerwood on January 10th, 2012 at 2:53 pm

   You get what you pay for.

4. Rick Neece on January 10th, 2012 at 3:02 pm

   Those were the days. Good times.

5. Marco on January 10th, 2012 at 10:12 pm

   Hope it was…iPadded.

6. Carole Corlew on January 11th, 2012 at 11:21 am

   My brother was four years older but still I fought with him, physically, like an idiot. I took quite a bit of punishment before I learned to fight dirty and run, climb a tree where he couldn’t follow, barricade myself somewhere. Sometimes I had to wait for a while but I didn’t care. He knew I would die of thirst, starve to death, if I had to. So he would give up and go away.

7. Sheila Ryan on January 11th, 2012 at 11:45 am

   Fighting dirty is good. Especially if your enemy is bigger and stronger.

8. Sheila Ryan on January 11th, 2012 at 11:46 am

   Carole, you were like a little Viet Cong fighter. The Man in the Black Pajamas.

9. Deron Bauman on January 11th, 2012 at 12:01 pm

   Worthy fucking adversary.

10. Carole Corlew on January 12th, 2012 at 7:22 am

    Brother still eyes me with slight suspicion today.

11. Carole Corlew on January 12th, 2012 at 7:24 am

    He earned it. The big devil would hide in the dark and jump out yelling boo or gotcha. That was the worst. I would take a whuppin’ before the “boo” in the dark thing.

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