I once had a baseball and a Mr. Potato Head hat that I put together to form "Mr. Bitch." I thought I had made up the word "bitch," so that is what I called it. My siblings and parents tried to tell me that it was called "Mr. Batch," but I was like "No! It's Mr. Bitch!" I don't remember them necessarily telling me that "bitch" was a bad word, so that's like an indirect story, kind of.
My siblings also told me our oldest brother wasn't actually our brother; that our real older brother fell over the fence, and that this imposter beat him up and took his place. I don't remember being told this, though; I was told that I was told this.
Seems like there should be a lot more, but I don't remember. I do remember being called "Thomas Cena Eddah," and not liking the "Cena" part because I thought it was a girl's name. So made up the story that "Cena got run over by a truck," and my brother compounded on the story, saying that our cat ran over him in a truck while she was going on a date with another cat. Anyhoo...
Wuv, Yer Mom
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