story hour with grandma kitty

[katzin]

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 MUST BE FAKE

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[ttam]

That one time I saw you and I wasn't a drunken idiot. That was awesome.

Voodoo and gunsmoke

[hannigan_rex]

For all the stripclubs I had to walk into, I'm surprised we didn't meet earlier. I don't think you've ever told me how you got into this racket, but Lord knows that summer I was grateful you did. It had to be more than coincidence. Those Succubi lured me in there, but they weren't expecting you. Damn I'm glad you were there. Granted had you let me die, you never would have found the link between the cult and that Ambassador you were chasing. You don't get close to many people in this business, but I don't think I've been closer to someone than during that race across five states in that bastard's wake of murder. We were like one. That final fight with his coven and their summoned was like a dance, bullets and curses flying wild, madness kissing our minds like an abusive lover. I never thanked you for keeping me sane through it all. I regret having to part ways, we could've made a great team. But you still had that problem in Paris and the book said my queries had answers in Tibet. At least we'll always have New Orleans.

[caveshark]

I fondly remember on cool autumn evenings the night we spent in that French oak grove. It was on our return journey from the Holy Land, when we found comfort in a stolen chicken, a bottle of wine, and each other. We became closer that night than any two people, who had never met before would dream.

You commented that my sword was far larger than any other you had seen. I told you I was a Scotsman, what were you expecting. A roar of laughter spilled from your lips, much like the wine from your nose. You forgave me for making you laugh so hard. I forgave you for spraying wine through your nose onto my sword.

We fell into sleep, wrapped in each other's embrace shortly before dawn. In the bright light of dawn we were very rudely woken when a pig mistook us for truffles. Ah, such fond memories of pig snout, laughter and the warmth of a new friend, who will never again be called stranger.

[satyrlad]

remeber that time we hung out somewhere other than a bar, and i didnt try to sleep with you or any of your friends. (it could happen??)