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[adalar]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me

Comments

[mimi_monsterr]

Remember when you streaked naked through that old people's home and then got propositioned by a bestiality porn star ! xxx

[adalar]

Yes ... that hamster was never the same after that we he?

[mod_queen_oh_ya]

You were sitting on my post it note and the convo went like this

Me: OI GETTOFFMYPOSTITNOTE
You: WHY?!?!
Me: COS I SAID SO BIATCH
You: WANNA GO TO WOOLWORTHS WITH ME?!
Me: CAN WE BUY QUAVERS?!?!!??!
You: OF COURSE
Me: WE SHOULD BE FRIENDS THEN

and thats pretty much it :D

[adalar]

Yeah, good times :), great way to meet new people, hanging out on post it notes.

[dorcas]

Hey Matt, do you remember when we hung out on the pier and watched all the people walk past? It was pretty damn hot out there, but at least we were sitting in the shade of the little sandwich shop-thing, and we (aptly) had Tool's Undertow on my Diskman with the little speakers going. Plenty of weird people out that day, or maybe it was just a weird mix of people, I don't fully recall...I'm going with both. At least there were some interesting characters for all sorts of weird stories, and for a moment I thought hey, I could be in a Neil Gaiman work, some shore-based version of "Neverwhere" and any minute now one of these people is going to do something completely out of the ordinary, and there was this one girl I was pretty sure was on her way to the floating market with her collection of ribbons tied in her hair, and her mass of random beaded jewelry, and the way not even her sandals matched each other. The way she clutched her oversized bag suggested it carried something she valued, or maybe it was because she feared the people,

[adalar]

That girl, sometimes I still think she could have been the one. There was just that monetary flicker of understanding between us, but then she was enveloped in the crowd. I never even got to ask her name ...

[anonymous]

I remember the time we went swimming in Loch Ness at midnight. At 12:17, we were chased out of the water by a group of caber-tossers from the local Highland Games. They were on a bad mushroom trip and thought we were the reincarnation of Lancelot and Joan of Arc (?!?). Not waiting to discover their intentions towards us, we ducked into a local pub. We got very, very drunk on honey mead and rum. I have no idea what happened next, but I woke up two days later, alone, in Greece with a very strange tattoo. I've always wondered what happened to you...

[adalar]

I spent the next few years working 'our' bar debt off at that local pub. I had to wash so many haggis muddied dishes, it was horrid. By the way, what was the tattoo of?

[sassycashew]

Ahhh, i'd rather not remmeber when we first met! I'd just fallen on teh pavement - tripping over one of those damn invisible poodles that scurry about in the neighbourhood - and was feeling pretty mortified ans hoping no one had seen me. But there you were. Across the steet, laughing so hard you were bent over double. Hell it takes a special kind of person to see the humour in an ankle-twisting-knee-scraping-ass-bruising fall! How could we not be friends!

[adalar]

The most annoying invisible poodles were the ones that those ghastly ladies dye pink. The only consolation was that I wasn't able to see them I guess, still doesn't make it right.