even if I dont know you...

[bobby___budnick]

If you read this, 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.

Comments

[_____chiller]

Hmmm...let's see.

So, remember the time that we went the zoo and our friend named Buzzio got eaten by a lion, and so then we had to ride with him, who was inside of a lion's stomach, to the hospital just to find out that we already knew. And that was that Buzzio was dead?

[bobby___budnick]

Dood, Im not even gonna front,
Buzzio was da man. RIP.

[_____chiller]

Forrrrr real! (hah hah.)

[wind_shadow2008]

Leah! Remember that day we were attacked by the giant pitcher of Kool Aid? I remember it like it was yesterday....

There we were, minding our own business at the tanning salon (because, as you know, being from Revere, we go tanning, like, all the freaking time). We were leaving, and were about to head over to 7/11 for some quality snackage at a low low 7/11 price, when suddenly, BOOM! There he was....waiting for us in the parking lot! We fought him off with our ninja-like skills, but alas! He was just too strong! Luckily, at that very moment, it just so happened that Michael Keene was passing through town on the short bus (because, as you know, on the short bus, you can). Seeing us in danger, he and the other brave souls on that bus got out and beat the crap out of the giant Kool Aid. Woooo boy, did it make a mess! Luckily, also at that very moment, a plethora of graceful gazelles were passing through town on their northern migration to Canada and licked up all of the Kool Aid.

Man, what a day that was...

[bobby___budnick]

That's probably the only time I've ever appreciated Michael Keene. For serious.
And I wish I had my effing camera phone that day!

[straw___dog]

i just laughed forever

[dancingqueenmc]

It was a cold and rainy February day (the 29th, in case you forgot) and the two of us were going to the aquarium to check out the latest narwhal exhibit. We got off the train and began to walk to the aquarium, but soon found ourselves lost. The Big Dig really fucked with our sense of direction. So we start to panic and cry like there is no tomorrow. I then got down on my knees to pray to our Lord, Jesus. I asked him "Jesus, please send us a guide to lead us back to the path of the narwhals." (meanwhile you were still sobbing hysterically and stomping your feet at the thought of never seeing a narwhal before you die). Then, suddenly, a rainbow cascades across the smoggy Boston air. Still down on my knees, eyes closed, hands clenched tightly in prayer, I hear a faint "meow." Slightly opening my eyelids I peer down to see a kitten with one horn, a unikitten. It sat in a goblet of pure diamond. The kitten spkoe to you Leah: "Calm down, my child. The narwhal awaits you. My horn will guide the way." You picked up the goblet

[bobby___budnick]

I just laughed really fucking hard and my mouth is all full of bagle.

[dancingqueenmc]

haha Good. Leah, thats the last time we ask Jen for directions.

[ikissedhimdead]

sigh oh that time we fell in the pickle jar

[hollywoo]

i remember once.. i went to the supermarket, saw you thur, jumped on your back, and took you from behind.. with my.. "penis".. good times!