If you are lucky (or cursed!) enough, you had the pleasure (or pain!) of growing up with a sibling or two. Or a bunch of them.
The truth is, anyone who has a brother or sister, older or younger, has stories to tell. And Jimmy Fallon’s new hashtag challenge proved to be a perfect opportunity to spill some hilariously relatable family tea.
“Tweet out your funniest weird sibling stories. #MySiblingsWeird,” Fallon announced, adding a memory of his own to the table: “My friend's brother would shove bits of french fries up his nose and ‘shoot’ them at targets on the table.”
And people on Twitter had more weird sibling stories that Fallon had probably asked for. Below are the funniest ones!

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It says more about modern art than about your brother to be honnest.
my parents wake me up by sending the dog into my room so she’ll get excited and jump all over me and my bed. To be honest waking up to an excited dog is not that bad
Oh so this is weird? Huh wish I knew that before my fiance dumped me
My friend group always tries to make the "12:34" message at 12:34 for some reason 😂
It’s kind of funny that while I cringe at this I am actively chew the nail of my index finger in math induced anxiety
that reminds me of the idea of if siblings are fighting make them hug until they stop fighting
Sounds like something my brother would do! In fact he still does stuff like that even though he's a grown man. :) I guess farting at your sister never gets old.
The dentist said I had some cavities when I was a kid, and I was to come back for a follow up appt. Thanks to my older siblings telling me how he was going to drill into my teeth (true but they were purposely being mean about it) I was so terrified of the dentist, they almost had to take me to one that would put you under to do work. Luckily. Our dentist worked me through it but I still hate going to the dentist
Husband's sister did the same thing as a teenager. Tried to sneak out her second story bedroom window, lost her grip and fell and broke her ankle. Came up with some story about kicking a door closed as the reason her ankle was broken lol.
Could be the result if the Australian meat substitution scandal of 1981, in which kangaroo and horse meat was substituted for beef being exported, mostly to the US. It was caught at the supplier for Jack in the Box.
I have a couple friends who did this as kids - I thought they were joking!
I swear all little girls do this. 3/4 of my daughter's Barbies are naked.
We would stay in the tub after a bath as the water drained out. When there was like 1/2 of water left, put the stopper back in, then take a bar of soap and use the water to create really thick lather. Enough to cover us head to toe. The slide around in the tub like it was some sort of naked soapy luge event. We were extra clean, and so was the tub I imagine...
I don't ever throw clothing out. It gets donated to Good Will/Purple Heart. (Obviously only if it's in good shape. I'm not donating old used underwear, LOL)
Same. I still can't get the hang of flipping the omelet without it breaking or getting messed up :\
Well, he was not wrong; at least not in the case of this one Chinese (Hong Kong) born gentleman: "Several months before his death, [Bruce] Lee had an operation to remove the sweat glands from his armpits, because he thought dank pits looked bad on-screen. This reduced his body’s ability to dissipate heat." Were wondering what the cause of his death was? Hint: read the last sentence from the quote again.
Did you mean "... burped out OF his nose"? Because if not, then I am lost.
Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
Load More Replies...Me and my neighbor friends when we were much younger, rescued a drowning bumble bee from their pool. We named it Queen Beezle and made her a little home out of a plastic container. We made her a bed from grass and filled a water bottle cap full of water for her. We even placed fresh clover in her home, thinking she might eat it. When she dried off and had recovered, we let her go. A couple days later, we found a dead bumblebee in the garden. We were convinced it was our dear Queen Beezle. We buried her in the garden and decorated her grave with flowers and even made up a song to sing at her funeral.
I have a photo of my sister, she was about 4 at the time. She's sitting in a deck chair out on the driveway getting a tan, and she's wearing a hat. Said hat is a toilet seat cover.... One of those fluffy ones...
My parents threw an epic 49er (as in gold rush, not football) party, and were dead to the world in the morning when we got up. My older sister and brother found candles, set up an "altar" on a wooden box, lit them, and tried to sacrifice me (age 4) to the gods. When my hair lit on fire, they tried to put it out by smacking my head-- hard-- on the marble floor. When that didn't work, they poured stale beer on it. Then they blamed it all on me when my parents got up, saying that I was the one playing with matches. Thanks, Todd. Thanks, Delight. (Yes, really her name, and no, she wasn't.)
Did your siblings hate you? And what was the parents reaction? 😂
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