Lemming lemming...

[mornatasare]

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 HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your LJ and be surprised (or mortified) about what

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[silntbob]

Remember when we stowed away on that plane and then the plane got hijacked and we wound up in Nepal and had to sherpa for money to get back home? Boy, meeting the Dalai Lama was fun but that altitude sickness was a bitch, right?

[lady_elsa]

Remember when we got locked in the wine cellar at that little restaurant in Madrid with those two Russian flight attendants? And all we had to eat was banana-flavored moonpies, marzipan, and Del Monte chocolate pudding cups for two days? Who knew that Spanish pino noir went so well with moon pies? To this day I still can't eat a moon pie without remembering that $1,500 bottle that Svetlana accidentally broke when the four of us were rolling around in chocolate pudding. I bet it would have tasted great with it.