Stolen from Zataod ;)
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!
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me and you should eat deviled eggs more often... they came out great, you know what? i hate to break it to you but i hate deviled eggs. and you are gross. see you at church. joey.
i never had the nerve to tell you this. but i guess this should be a good time as ever. i just can't bear to carry around this fact with me any longer and not tell anyone about it. secrets make people grow old. i love all things baseball and football...I LOVE SPORTS. i love the white sox and the cubs. it was so hard to look indifferent that one time you were going to give me free tickets to the world series. and i lied about hot dogs too, i eat 'em more than once a year. i love hot dogs at baseball stadiums. there i've let it out. i will never lie to you about baseball again. *sigh*
Do you remember that time freshman year, when we barely knew each other? We had a bottle of vodka and spent a whole evening re-writing the lyrics to "I am a Rock" by Simon and Garfunkel. I remember a couple of the lines, but wouldn't dare repeat them here. After that night, I knew that I had made a lifelong friend.
indie-altered,
Nice to see you around here again. i hate to break it to you...but i've been banned from the church.
CC,
the truth will set u free!!! don't you feel younger already my baseball worshipper :)
zataod,
ah, my vodka drinking buddy.
"and a rock feels no pain" ;)
Remember that time, about four or five years ago, when we shot that guy in Reno? We were in a smoky neon bar playing high-stake strip poker and drinking our whiskey neat while Robert Johnson played "Love in Vain" to the otherwise empty room? You were wearing that low-cut tight red dress with the six inch heels that turned everyone's head long enough for me to pocket a pair of aces? Do you remember? The guy turned out to be a Bishop at St. Anne's, but we didn't know that 'til after we put two in his chest and tossed his pockets. Remember how we laughed as we stole his BMW and ran over that homeless guy on our way out of town?
Man, some memories stick with you forever.
do you remember that dark night. it was thundering. we had just escaped the perils of the new government. we did not understand why they fought. we just wanted to write in the streets without being bothered. we wanted to write countless poems about the poor peasants. the farmers and the revolution we did not understand. do you remember how we ended up in that poor village with no electricity. we could only be guided by the sporadic thunder that lit our path. there was no shelter. solo corrales. keeping us out of other peoples property. it was a long and dark night. but we survived it. only the scars left on our feet to show for it.
It was just supposed to be a routine checkup. So when I woke up with a sore ass I was quite confused to say the least.
But gradually all the memories came back to me, and now... I remember it all... The UFO, the little green men, followed by that truth serum you injected me with... and finally, that god forsaken anal probe!? Why Dr. V? Why!?!
Oh man, he worked an anal probe and aliens into his story.
*hearty applause*
thank you, thank you... however I cannot say that I shot a bishop in Reno, but you can... and for that, sir, I tip my cap to you.
Remember the time we smuggled what we thought was platonium and turned out to be a crate full of gummy bears? We ate the whole damn crate and went on a gummy bear crap-a-thon those were the daze...and remember when you caught me in the light house?
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