My older brother was in town a few weeks ago, and it was the first time in about 6-8 months that both of my brothers and me were together. Naturally, the stories started flying, particularly the ones where we were just absolute bastards to each other. Some notable examples: - Somebody taking a shit and not flushing, convincing someone that there was treasure in the bathroom, and then locking them in the bathroom with they would go to look. - Making "potions" with any and everything we could find in the fridge, and making someone eat it. - Starting a secret club where you could only join by letting the other brothers, and whatever friends we had over at the time, all take turns kicking you in the balls. - Convincing whoever was the youngest at the time that anything that they did that was even remotely different (example- biting a tiny piece of a stryrofoam cup and accidentally swallowing it) would result in your immediate death and the redistribution of all of your toys to the survivors. My little brother bore the most torture, you know, being the youngest and all, but also some of the funniest things to look back on and laugh. Probably my favorite story of us messing with my little brother as this one time where my mom left us home alone for about a couple of hours while she went to the store. My older brother was probably 11 or 12, making me 8 or 9, and my little brother about 5. And, like many 5 year olds, my little brother was absolutely obsessed with Batman. He friggin' loved him, and dreamed of one day being his side-kick. While we were alone, my older brother pulled me aside and explained the plan to me. My part was simple- all I had to do was make sure our little brother answered the phone at a certain time, and then just play along. So I position my little brother and myself in the livingroom, watching cartoons, while my older brother quietly slips to another room where we had a phone hooked up to a second line. The phone rings, and I make our little brother answer it. After a few seconds, his eyes get really wide, and he is awestruck. He starts excitedly stammering out responses like, "Oh my goodness, yes! I promise you, Batman, I will not let you down! Thank you, Batman! I'll be ready, I promise!". He hangs up, looks at me, and says, "That was Batman! He needs MY help to take down the Joker! He's coming in the Batmobile to pick me up in 5 minutes! I have to pack a bag and meet him at the end of the driveway!". So with my help, we throw almost all of his clothes into a suitcase, and I help him haul it to the, for some reason, now wide-open front door. Its raining outside. He says bye, and tugs the bag outside to the end of the drive, ignoring the rain. My older brother now steps out from behind the front door, shuts it, and locks my little brother outside while we both go back to watching cartoons. My mom gets home to find my little brother still sitting out in the rain, along with all of his clothes, which are now completely soaked. My little brother found out the hard way that Batman wasn't coming to get him, and my older brother and I got a whooping. Focus: All of us were assholes as kids at one point or another. What are your stories from your childhood of you being a mean, trouble-making little heathen?