Tuesday, December 06, 2005

I stole this from GolfWidow's blog:

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.


Leetie said...

Ah, yes... Trillian, I remember when you and I were like 9, we used to sneak down into Uncle Willem's apple cellar and eat his secret stash of rhubarb butter. Remember the crab pods that grew on the walls? They made the best kindling for our sneaky campfires, and we made s'mores out of some tree bark and chewing gum. Good times!

Remember when we served Uncle Willem those s'mores???!!! LOOOOOOL!

wolfie said...

Remember when we went out to celebrate our 21st birthdays? Isn't it soooo cool that our birthdays fall on the same day? Anyway, are we still banned from that strip club? I mean really, we weren't that bad and they did ask who else wanted to try pudding wrestling. They didn't say one at a time. And really, that was a bad place to install a ceiling fan. I certainly wasn't looking for it when you hoisted me up on your shoulders so we could play chicken with those two hot guys in the pit. You have incredible balance btw, I know I never could have kept my footing in thigh deep pudding. Thanks for making them call the ambulance for me too. Fan blades sure do make an interesting noise when thumping into a forhead don't they?
Ahhhh.. memories.

trillian said...

good times, good times

Bismuth said...

Remember the time with the guy and the thing up his doohickey and then the wombats came?