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2007-08-05T03:27:18Z

Wow, Ron, that is a familiar situation. Sorry to hear you were whipped by your 11 year old brother that way, and when you were in college, no less. I can identify. I used to beat up all three of my little brothers regularly, and I was one ruthless bully when it came to them brats. Then about the time I turned 14 we discovered that Brent, my next younger brother down (by 3 years) outweighed me by 15 lbs. He started by knuckling me in the chest, where that bone is, and it hurt like hell. Soon he was whipping my ass all over the yard, and sometimes 11 and 12 yr old neighborhood kids would take turns kickin the shit out of me. I actually weighed less at 14 than I did when I was 12, and through high school I kept growin taller but never put on any pounds. It got even worse, cause Brent kept fillin out and liftin weights, and by the time I was a senior he had at least 45 lbs on me, even though I was considerably taller. I had to buy him beer to keep him from whippin my ass in front of neighbors, or my girlfriends(but he still kicked my butt at other times, whenever he felt like it)For several years I had to wear all of his hand-me-up jeans when he outgrew them, and they were always miles too big in the waist and usually too short in the legs. He made a joke out of this by sometimes picking me up off the ground by the waist of the jeans (which hurts like Holy hell, by the way) and makin some comment like "pull up your pants, runt". He especially liked showin off in front of neighborhood kids by doin this.
It ain't much better today, now that we're grown men. All three of my little brothers outweigh me now. Brent is up to about 290 lbs and pumps iron every spare minute. I have never been able to get over 135 lbs, and I'm usually far under that weight (I don't step on no scales in front of nobody, man) It happens about once or twice a year, whenever we get together for Thanksgiving or some holiday. I get my ass whipped out in the barn. My little brothers call it the "Buck Kickin" and kid about whose goin to do the Buck Kickin this year. He always waits till afternoon when we've had a few beers and I'm layin back on the couch--grabs me by the arm and says "lets go out to the barn and check out Dad's Oliver". That's when I know it's all over for me, dude, cause we ain't goin out there to look at no tractor. I got no choice in the matter once he grabs me by the arm (shit, he could probly pick me up and throw me 15 or 20 feet, his arms is probly bigger around than my waist, and I ain't kiddin). This year when it happened I was shakin so bad I couldn't even light my cig, and I was cussin him all the way out to the barn. What happens out there I can't hardly talk about--I mean he kicks my ass up one side and down the other, and he don't stop till I'm throwin up or pass out. I'm usually laid up in bed for a week or two after that. Almost stopped goin to Ma's for holidays just to avoid this annual lickin.

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2007-08-03T05:21:52Z

You lazy fuck. Grow a pair and tell the ol lady where dune for. Life is too short to neglect the beer drinkin and work in the hot sun.

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2007-07-24T08:21:09Z

I fully emphasize with your thinness. I was very thin in college, weighing as light as 118 pounds at 6 foot tall! Like you I had to be careful not to be picked on, especially by younger boys and girls -- who loved showing off their strength. I had a brat of a younger brother -- who as an eleven year old could not only outwrestle me, but could lift me over his head. He wore 5 shirt sizes larger than me, and he out-weighed me by nearly 60 pounds (he was huge for his age!). He also would sometimes pit me against his freind's younger brothers/sisters... to humiliate me.

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2007-06-27T06:46:48Z

I don't really understand why you made this site, but it's pretty funny anyways...

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2007-02-23T05:57:45Z

I know what you mean, man, about the sheetrock. We started to do my basement ceiling, and it was half-inch. Took three of us to hold it in place and screw it in. Dang, by the time we got the second sheet screwed in we was all cussing and pretty well whipped, so we broke open the beer. That was three weeks ago and it's still sitting there with just two pieces of sheetrock. Doubt if we ever finish it cause nobody wants to bust their butts that way again. Nobody really ever looks at the ceiling anyhow.

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