Once, I was pillowfighting with my brother. This was when I was in my teens and he was about 11, so I was bigger and stronger than him and he got the worst of it. Near the end, I pinned him down and forced him to tap the ground twice (a judo submission) and he did this after I got my pillow over his face to smother him.
I got off him and sat down at the end of the bed to put my hair back up, and then he comes over and WHAPS ME OVER THE HEAD really hard.
Enraged, I fly at him and grab his pillow away from him. I hit him once or twice, but then an evil thought possesses me.
I feel a gaseous eruption coming on in my lower intestine. Switchblade-quick, I bring the pillow to my butt and quark out the biggest, baddest, most drawn-out, smelliest fart I can manage... RIGHT INTO THE PILLOW.
Then my brother looks at me with an expression of coy cunning and reaches down to the floor. And to my everlasting horror, he picked up his pillow from the carpet.
I look at my own despoiled pillow with a sinking sense of growing dismay.
That made me pretty angry.
I got off him and sat down at the end of the bed to put my hair back up, and then he comes over and WHAPS ME OVER THE HEAD really hard.
Enraged, I fly at him and grab his pillow away from him. I hit him once or twice, but then an evil thought possesses me.
I feel a gaseous eruption coming on in my lower intestine. Switchblade-quick, I bring the pillow to my butt and quark out the biggest, baddest, most drawn-out, smelliest fart I can manage... RIGHT INTO THE PILLOW.
Allie (triumphant): Haha! Smelly pillow! No sleep for you!
I look at my own despoiled pillow with a sinking sense of growing dismay.
That made me pretty angry.
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