It was my sister's birthday last month! So I drew her this doodle of us, because I forever fear chocolate ice cream because of her. She wrote the story of my SUFFERING on her facebook to go along with my drawing.
So the story goes; I was 7 Steph was 4, mom takes us out for ice cream. Steph's inner fat kid comes out and it was RIP chocolate ice cream. Steph looks like she has chocolate war paint on her face so me being the great older sister that I am gives her a hand with the clean up process, only problem is there is a little spot of chocolate that doesn't want to come off. So what does awesome big sister do? Determined to make that chocolate stain my bitch, I get out a scotch pad.....well, after blood, sweat and tears we determined it was a birth mark. :/ whoops, love you Jep Jep - Mel
That's literal blood by the way. Thats sisterly love right there.