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.
8 Comments Received
November 28th, 2005 @6:36 pm
I remember that day about 5 years ago when we were sitting in this ice-cream shop. This really hot girl walked by and you were soo focused on her! As you stood up to take your ice-cream cup to the garbage, your eyes never left her as she stood in line. About 10 feet from the garbage, you tripped over this poor old lady who was sitting at a table. You fell into her lap and she started screaming!
You tripped because the pretty girl had just snaked her tongue out for the first lick of her cherry-vanilla cone. haha! The old woman pushed you off her lap and jumped up.. It was soooooo funny when she started beating you with her purse and calling you a pervert!
A week or two after that, you ran into the same pretty girl and she recognized you. Her eyes grew all wide and she quickly walked in the other direction before you had a chance to explain. Now you have this terrible phobia of ice-cream shops
November 28th, 2005 @6:45 pm
Oh yeah! I forgot the best part! That old woman was the pretty girl’s grandmother. So she thought you were a real letch with the old ladies!
November 28th, 2005 @7:18 pm
Hey, remember that time we stole Bob Hawke’s car and drove it through the front gates of The Lodge, and when the security guards asked us what the hell we were doing, we tried to order some cheeseburgers and fries off them? That was bitchin’ - I think I might have been naked as well.
November 28th, 2005 @7:32 pm
ah yes, it would have to be that time you managed to convince that security guard that we were part of the South African delegation to that Summit in Sydney last year… what a hoot
November 28th, 2005 @7:38 pm
I remember waking up to you bringing me breakfast in bed dressed in nothing but an apron with ‘hot stuff’ sprawlled over the front of it. The night before you’ll have to remember for yourself though
November 28th, 2005 @10:44 pm
I remember you winning lotto and buying me a small nation
November 29th, 2005 @5:18 am
we didn’t really mean for all this to happen, did we? i mean, there we were, two young kids with a lot of time on our hands…we had no idea things would escalate as much as they did. you, with your bottle of cheap strawberry wine and me with my little mini-flask of rum…we both would sip our drink of choice and try not to giggle as our faces found new ways of scrunching up from such disgustingly unfamiliar flavors.
that night, after graduation, we left on our vespa scooters after watching “quadrophenia” for the umpteenth time and started our life of crime. you looked so attractive with your doc’s and your peg-legged pants…and i think that’s when you first noticed i had legs; i’d never worn a skirt that short before. who would have known that behind those sweet faces lurked the minds of two master criminals.
now….what shall we knock over tonight?
December 4th, 2005 @8:45 am
I’ll never forget when Drakk and I were having a few drinks on a Sunday afternoon by the beach. I was just getting to know him, and he was about to say something to me, then YOU come along and interrupt our intimate conversations, grab yourself a beer and join us. The poor guy never saud anything to me again… Hasn’t anypne told you that three is a crowd??
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