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[manic966]

I love shit like this. It makes you all work for my love.
Completely 100 percent ganked from kgjIf your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY 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

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remember the time

[severekidd]

christmas night circa 93.
me, you and a shit ton of illegal firearms screaming down 130 south in a black trans am blasting eazy-e xmas songs and any bitch ass jake that gets in our way.
high on fresh ink and hate crime.
i was nursing a headache from dealing with the god damn rent-a-cops three banks back and you decided to cauterize your hand wound with a spit blast of coca-cola and some duct tape.

as we blazed through the most violent city in the US we licked shots at any window with a light on while screaming out "trenton fo' life!"
we had a long way to go and a short time to get there, i put that hammer down and drove straight into the dirty south only stopping to bitch slap pop music fans and and give catholic school girls something to talk about in confession.
i'll never forget it.

Re: remember the time

[manic966]

shit yeah.

good times man, good times.

but you were supposed to make something up.

[kgj]

The year was 1994. You, me and Frank in his moms van driving through Chesterfield. We were trying to spook ourselves, but had no idea what the night had in store. We passed that one, fairly normal looking house when Frank let out a blood curdling scream! Someone inside was being murdered.

The next thing I knew, you threw open the side door and Frank slammed on the van's brakes. You said in a sly voice "Frank, this is what we've been waiting for. Kelly, you wait here and if anything bad happens, take off and call the police." I sat in the driver's seat and watched you both run at the house. You flew up in the air and kicked the door down.

10 minutes later, covered in blood, you both returned to the van with satisfied smiles. "No innocents were harmed today" you said while smiling sideways. Frank looked at me and said "I'll take the wheel from here" and we drove off.

I never did know what happened in that house that night but I do know that the mozarella sticks at Crystal Diner never tasted so good.

i'll never forget

[her_yammesty]

when we went to katmandu on college night about six months back and i lost you about an hour after we arrived. you said you had to "make the rounds". i finally found you and this girl bunny grinding on the dance floor with a crowd circling around. bunny was practically naked as you guys were dirty dancing and i had to drag your ass back to the bar once i noticed your hand got all tangled up in her weave. you were so mad, you swung at me but instead punched the bouncer who was making his way over to the scene. all hell broke loose when bunny started screaming at the bouncers while they fought to keep your fists down, "STOP STOP he's my BABY DADDY!"