Okay so she’s only thirteen, but believe me when I say she’s really strong for her age.
She’s always angry at me no matter what I do or did, pumping herself up before beating me to marmalade.
I’m so happy she’s not here right now but when she gets back she will surely beat me up again.
She has pigtails that are tied so tightly it looks that she has a receding hairline with her hair pulling away from her scalp.
Her abs are like steel ingots cushioned only by a single layer of flesh, her biceps look like they were made out of granite and her legs are like those of a champion bull on steroids.
Her fist are like metal olympian balls that could make a man fly further than he could spit!
And don’t get me started on her triceps.
She wanted to play tag the other day.
But forgot to wear her gloves.
I won a game of hide & seek the day after that.
What was I thinking?
My back is ruined and my are ribs broken.
I’m black and blue, wrapped in gauze and covered with bandages.
The doctors always ask me who did this to me.
I wanted to tell them but if I did she would beat me up again for sure.
One day while she was in the middle of beating me up she suddenly stopped, she had strained some of her muscles she said.
I said I wanted to play doctor and she said she would be the patient.
She wanted me to rub some muscle relaxant balm on her body.
I didn’t know what I was doing so she kept getting angry at me, and strained more of her muscles until she couldn’t move anymore.
Then I could do anything I wanted to her, and I took me revenge.
I took the no. 9 scalpel and began to remove her anger.
Oh! I think I hear my little sister, on her way up to come and kick my ass.
But this time it wont be so easy because she’s in a wheelchair now.
She’s always angry at me no matter what I do or did, pumping herself up before beating me to marmalade.
I’m so happy she’s not here right now but when she gets back she will surely beat me up again.
She has pigtails that are tied so tightly it looks that she has a receding hairline with her hair pulling away from her scalp.
Her abs are like steel ingots cushioned only by a single layer of flesh, her biceps look like they were made out of granite and her legs are like those of a champion bull on steroids.
Her fist are like metal olympian balls that could make a man fly further than he could spit!
And don’t get me started on her triceps.
She wanted to play tag the other day.
But forgot to wear her gloves.
I won a game of hide & seek the day after that.
What was I thinking?
My back is ruined and my are ribs broken.
I’m black and blue, wrapped in gauze and covered with bandages.
The doctors always ask me who did this to me.
I wanted to tell them but if I did she would beat me up again for sure.
One day while she was in the middle of beating me up she suddenly stopped, she had strained some of her muscles she said.
I said I wanted to play doctor and she said she would be the patient.
She wanted me to rub some muscle relaxant balm on her body.
I didn’t know what I was doing so she kept getting angry at me, and strained more of her muscles until she couldn’t move anymore.
Then I could do anything I wanted to her, and I took me revenge.
I took the no. 9 scalpel and began to remove her anger.
Oh! I think I hear my little sister, on her way up to come and kick my ass.
But this time it wont be so easy because she’s in a wheelchair now.
