March 15, 2006
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Nonsense
Please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP (fictional) memory of you and me. It can be anything you want (good, bad… or ugly) but it has to be untrue.
When you're finished, you can post this little paragraph on your blog and find out what people don’t actually remember about you.
I stole this from RachelsMommy. I know I've seen it before. Anywayzz... My plan is to create a fake story based on any comments I get from this, so thanks in advance.
EDIT: I'm not gonna update until I get more "stories". So comment bitches!!!!!!!
Comments (11)
I'll have to think of something . . . I'm not very good at these things.
....um.... remember that time when we were tearing out that old wall in your old place and that little 9 inch vietnamese guy jumped out of the hole we made with the hammer and started yelling "kill your mother! kill your mother!" and i was like "hey stop messin with me man, you know my mother's already dead" then he looked around for a second then back up at me and said "kill your ...uncle" and then i was like "well ..which one?" ...man we always have the best time when we hang out. was that your place or were we at Eugene's?
remember...that one time...in band camp...
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remember that time we we to tijuana and we bought those massive matching hats? I drank too much tequila and you had to get me to the car and I took my shoes off and needed to stop every five feet and do that crazy hat dance and you were so embarassed but then you were doing it too. You couldn't help yourself, ( I secretly put some mezcal in your ginger ale and so you were feeling quite happy).
I never did find my shoes...
Man remember that one time we had together? ... I still wonder why we didn't both get herpes.
Remember the time that we drove from California to Florida in just over three days, but didn't stop to sleep because we were too cheap to pay for a motel? I think that's the longest I've ever been in a car with another person without wanting to kill them. I think it took me about 3 weeks to eat junk food after that! Next road trip we will definitely have to stop more along the way so that the drive isn't so long and boring.
Remember that time we were sitting at your kitchen table scrapbooking and I took that special lavender paper for mine, and you went all ballistic and threw that glass of OJ into my scrapbook? I didn't know that it was a hundred years old and your favorite color. I just though my picture of George Clooney in the pink shirt would look nice on that background. You're still mad, aren't you.
Well, get over it!!!
Ok Im going to take a stab at this.
I remember that time when i was at Fake the Funk and got the digits.
...yeah I think we were at Eugene's. ...where is he anyway, we haven't seen him since?
Remember that one time we fucked in the K-mart bathroom in front of those small children?
Me neither.
oooh how about teh weekend in Mexico -- teh three of us with teh trampoline, 30 weight and teh kangaroo?
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