I've been totally busy and will probably remain totally busy for a few more days. So in lieu of me writing something, I'm going to ask that you, my dear blog friends, do this for me. You don't mind, do you?
I have been seeing this game going around for a while, but I think I first saw it on Kristi's and/or Kodijack's blogs. I just pasted the paragraph and saved it as a draft, so sorry for not keeping better notes. Anyway - Here’s the deal:
Post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FICTIONAL. Even if you’ve only been here a few times, you're welcome to participate anyway. C’mon, it’ll be fun! When you're finished, feel free to post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!
Okay, hit it. I hope you all have fond memories to share! Then let’s get out of here before somebody calls the cops!!!
4 days ago
18 comments:
Oh, what a fun idea! I’ll play along.
Remember when I came down to visit last summer and we went on that big hike out in the middle of nowhere? Incrediboy got all tired and we had to take turns carrying him. He’s awfully heavy for a little guy! If only Most Beautiful Dog had a baby saddle. But it was just a beautiful day. I was so sunburned after. I forgot to put the sunblock on my face. Of course. And then I wound up with all kinds of freckles too. You, at least, had the sense to wear a hat. But we found those sweet wild blackberries, and those made a most excellent afternoon snack.
(Hmm, this kind of gives new meaning to the term "imaginary friend!")
Hey, remember when we dropped all that acid then you started making out with the Ronald McDonald statue because you said you had a thing for redheads? Then I got a craving for a burrito so we started driving down to Mexico then realized that we didn't have any money. Or gas. Or a car. That was waaaay trippy.
Oh by the way, I'm really sorry I gave you the clap.
Remember when we were 3 and you practically lived at my house and we had tea parties like all the time?!?! And then your brother would try to come in and ruin it with his GI Joe dolls?! What a jerk he used to be to us...he would spill all of our tea all over and drown our barbie's in it.
Remember when I used to babysit for you? You were so cute and fun and up for anything I suggested like the time I talked you into stealing all that bag tobacco and the tubes so I could roll my own cigarettes and how I taught you how to smoke when you were only 6? And how bad you coughed and choked until you threw up all over your folks new carpeting and furniture.
Clew -
I remember the time that you and I went trick or treating at a particular Boston Bruin's house when we were 15 (I'll leave the name out to protect the innocent!) and you gushed and gushed how much you loved him! I know back then he thought you were a kid, but I wonder what he would think if he saw you now? I still have the candy wrappers you know... :) Too bad you moved so far away! The fun we would've had as we got older!
:)
OMG, Anonymous Coward has me dying over there... freaking riot. ;)
I'll get back to you later on this Clew. Up to now I saved my filthy lies for Jeff and the Evil Glenn. Now I need to think of one for you.
It will involve my hat, a room full of dudes and a bottle of tequila.
I'll never forget the summer we spent in Europe, traveling all over the place with that little car. Remember that beautiful place we stayed at in Italy and the men who captured our hearts at the festival? I'll never forget seeing Paris at night and those quaint sidewalk cafes where we'd talk for hours over coffee. I really miss the view from that terrace where we set up our easels to draw and paint. We were so young back then, but we seemed to have the world by the tail, and a bright and glorious future stretched in front of us. Friends through thick and thin, over all the years....forever.
you probably don't want me to tell this about you, but that time when we were in the drive thru at mcdonalds, and the guy taking the money had a huge zit, and it was white and pussy, and you started laughing, and actually peed your pants, right there, in the seat of your car. your dad was after you for like a month, about what that smell was in the car. we all teased you for a year or so about how you needed to wear a diaper. please don't be mad at me for telling that. but it is one of our funnier memories, wouldn't you agree?
erm...im totally uncreative and hate the thought that i might offend people, so maybe it would be best for me to keep quiet :)
Clew! Remember that game of Truth or Dare--and you picked Dare. So we lathered your legs in peanut butter (extra crunchy), blind-folded you, and told you that Rocco was going to lick it off your ankles. But when you took the blindfold off, you realized it was your cat?!
You know it's funny, it's snowing outside and I was thinking about that time when we were at the beach, remember that?
It was that day we got really wasted drinking those vodka/raspberry lemonades we snuck onto the beach in that big purse you always carry. Oh yeah, that that guy next to us (the one with the really hairy back) had his boombox playing all that cool 80's music and we were just dancing and carrying on.....why don't we do that any longer? Oh yeah that's right, I remember now.
Remember that time when I was reading the comments in your blog and I almost puked because of the nasty stuff Bacchus wrote? Oh wait...that just happened...
Yeah ... I am normally not a comment editor but some butthole was just linking some stupid crap here. So Bacchus is gone. Bite my arse indeed!
It's fun being administrator! ;)
Remember when we went to that biker bar. You Downed a quart of cuervo with the worm. You took my hat. Stripped off your shirt and wanted to ride on my shoulders on the dance floor.
Wait. That wasn't Me. You must have been with somebody else.
Remember the time we took Colie's rollerskate laces and tied up your brother only to torture him with a feather. He was so ticklish. Boy did your dad get mad though!
You were my favorite fellow patient (or as AC says CLIENT) during my forced incarceration at Larned State Mental Hospital. You were always best at crafts but girl, I whooped your butt at ping pong. I kept my promise about not telling anybody I caught you making out in that closet with your psychologist.
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