I got this from some random stranger's blog that I happened across, and I think it's great! Here it is:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment here on my blog 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 leaving your comment, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.
Note: I will read each one and respond in kind.
Now....Let the hilarity ensue.
GO!
4 comments:
Remember the time you and I crossed the border into Mexico and had to buy our way out when the hotel caught us smoking pot in our room?
Good times.
I see you mastered the template question. Looks great. :)
Remember how we "bought" our way out! I thought that one cop was going to make a mess all over himself when we started making out with each other in our cell. Man, it's great to be two sexy and easy chicks! And MAN, is Mexican pot the best!
Thanks! I got a big smart man to help me! (My brother-he's big AND smart!)
Hey, this reminds me of the time when we met that really obnoxious guy at Wal-mart. I just love how smooth the whole thing went down: You stabbed him, I caught him in mid-fall and threw him behind one of the displays, and then we just walked out all nonchalant-like. It was like being in a Heilein novel. I never saw any police reports...I hope he's still not there.
...but you should really learn to control your temper...
What do you mean by that? I DON'T HAVE A TEMPER!!! But yeah, I didn't get the nickname Stabby Marg for nuthin. And it really helps having a telepathically linked accomplice! Hope you're there everytime I stab someone!
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