Comments | deegan: please comment

deegan

please comment

Mar 17, 2005 22:07

If you read this,

even if i don't speak to you often,

you must post a memory of me.

It can be anything you want, it can be good or bad,

just so long as it happened.

Then post this to your journal. See what people remember about you...

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samxcore March 19 2005, 19:27:53 UTC

remember at my 17th birthday party when my brothers were making fun of puck so bad that he went and sat alone on the porch and they kept giving you high 4 and a halfs

deegan March 19 2005, 20:46:45 UTC

Haha yea, pucks a loser

kakumeionisan March 20 2005, 17:17:11 UTC

sabarros bro where we first met

deegan March 21 2005, 22:57:18 UTC

haha yep

imprisonedpickl March 21 2005, 18:51:00 UTC

ok I'll play along even if you don't remember me.. although I used to always see you at the mall when you were at upper sbarros..

salvation.. and then revelation.. and hm.. funny memory, how i even met u with my friend dani, and then we went back to the apt with u, jeremy, and dj.

deegan March 21 2005, 22:58:57 UTC

I do remember you, why do you think your still on my friends list? haha

imprisonedpickl March 22 2005, 01:38:00 UTC

hm perhaps I'm still on the list so you can feel special with all your 'friends.' ...I must admit on sites like myspace, I have no clue who most of them are...

deegan March 22 2005, 02:22:05 UTC

haha yea I have a few of those

Hell No anonymous March 23 2005, 03:55:53 UTC

Biotch, i aint postin no memories of you
Who the hell are you anyways, talkin around like people know you and shit
yeah, i said it.
You gonna slap me now?
You probably aren't high enough
Slut
143 =)

-Matticus Maximus

Charlie here.... anonymous March 26 2005, 13:23:18 UTC

A thunder storm just woke me up so I'll cooperate with your nostalgic needs.

I recall we met on that hill behind the Knickerbaucher (sp?) center thingy. You were supposed to be friends with my brother I remember then I swooped in and stole you away. Let's see...I remember curling my hand and drinking a soda like a retard and you finding it hilarious for some reason. Many many hours of me destroying you in video games.

Then I moved away, albeit not even that far, and we stopped hanging out that much and then gradually, I never speak to you. What happened? You know...I am missing part of my middle finger. We are knub brothers, although yours' is a bit more noticeable.

I've known you for a while so I've got many memories.