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[deaconmc]

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.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and see what your friends come up

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[deaconmc]

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ha ha! thats a good one. i like how you just made all that up, like the meme said, like it really happened, but of course, it DIDNT. it DIDNT happen. i mean, this isnt the place where you'd post something that happened that we swore we would NEVER TALK ABOUT EVER, THAT WE CUT OUR PINKIES WITH A BIG RED POP TOP AND SQUEEZED THEM TOGETHER TIGHT AND SWORE, FRICKIN SWORE, CYNTHIA, THAT WE WOULD NEVER, EVER TALK ABOUT IT. this is just some stuff you made up, because youre a LIAR, but its all in fun, right? ha ha.

i dont want to play anymore.

[mfelps]

There is a color beyond black. Beyond infrablack. I don't have an name for it, and I wouldn't tell you if I did, because then you'd see it everywhere. Just the way Deacon and I do

[deaconmc]

also, remember that time we went to TJ Maxx and you shit your pants? good times.

[akedz]

Little known fact: Abdul Rashid Khan is actually the great-great-great grandfather of Paula Abdul (he changed his name to Harrold Abdul after a messy legal squabble with the book's publisher over royalties, which in those days were fresh human organs, much like today).

And a correction: D was studying how to make Tantric burritos of Tijuana in an attempt to create orgasmic flatulence.

[deaconmc]

close, they were actually tantric burro burritos, a... slightly messy appendix to the animal kama sutra.

[raisedbypuppets]

I have just been sitting and remembering the time you and I broke into the Metropolitan Opera costume storage. You got dressed up like a composer with the white wig and flouncy blue jacket and tights and I put on the hip buckets, a beautiful gold gown and a draping watteau along with a wig complete with birdcage. Then we snuck out the back of the theatre and roller bladed through Central Park singing "The King and I". The odd thing about that day is that no one really even seemed to notice until the mounted policeman's horse began to eat my wig. Gosh you are fun.

[deaconmc]

only sometimes.

[anonymous]

I wasn't going to say anything. As being your sister, we have too many memories to pick just one. But, I have to say one of my faves was the time you and I turned your room into an old curiosity shop. You were the store clerk, and I the customer. You insisted on selling me perfumed goat nuts. You said the aroma would attract a boyfriend, and that if I asked you where you got them, they wouldn't work. I being only 5 kept asking what a goat's nut was, and you being older and wiser grabbed our pooch Chancho and gave me an anatomy lesson I will never forget. I "bought" those goat nuts, and have compared all boyfriends to them ever since.

[deaconmc]

... i have no memory of this. *wink*

[woolgazer]

Jack in the Box! Fuck you - like you don't remember...

After you convinced me to trade in Jerome for the 4 wheeler we really got ourselves in trouble. Correct me if I am wrong, but I remember it as late summer when we hit that nudist beach. After pissing off the vacationers by kicking up sand in their faces with our erratic driving, we quickly ditched the vehicle and all our clothing in order to hide ourselves in the throng.

It seems like we were there for a long time, but it really couldn't have been more than three days before we went in search of a doctor for you.

Wait, I remember I promised not to tell... Oops!

[deaconmc]

i dont mind sharing: i got crabs. but i got actual crabs. they were huge!