(Untitled)

[shadowsfire32]

If you read this (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 blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Comments

[atheisticgod]

Well, i remember one time you and I went to see Cattle Decapitation and we took Lindsey with us but at the last second she blacked out and we were forced to cancel the show. Every one was laughing at us but we were so angry that we took Lindsey out into the parking lot and started beating her and spitting on her and she started crying and begging for us to stop but we kept kicking her while she was on the ground and she kept screaming and trying to get up but we would just kick her back down again and she wouldnt stop screaming but we wouldnt stop beating her either and finally blunt force trauma prevailed and she finally shut up and stopped moving around. Then I took out my knife and cut open her jacket and you pulled it off and then I ripped off her buttoned up shirt and unfastened her pants and pulled them off. Then you used her ripped shirt to gag her and you slapped her so she woke up and thats when I shoved my knife into her thigh untill it wouldnt go in any more. She tried to scream and get away but you were holding her wrists

[shadowsfire32]

Lindsey?

[atheisticgod]

yes.

[colbythia]

This one time we were drinking coffee at Dunkin Donuts and you left the room for a minute, leaving your coat and wallet on the table. Naturally I went through your wallet and what I found shocked me. There was a small piece of paper which vaguely outlined a plan to assassinate a well-liked individual. The plan was written in Gaelic, but that's ok because I know Gaelic too. I quickly copied the note's instructions down, put the original copy back into your wallet, and kept my handwritten copy... or so I thought. Turns out I mixed up the two, and returned to your wallet the instructions in my handwriting

[jast313]

that one time, me you and sam went to a crazy metal show and dropped acid before going in. for all intensive purposes we'll say it was an amon amarth show. while crowd surfing i got dropped headfirst into a vicious pit and got the shit all too literally kicked out of me. luckily you saved me and dragged my bloodied body out. my face was so swollen from the beating though that i couldn't see, so you and sam were going to draw lots to decide who would have to steal my keys and somehow learn to drive us home. you realized however you didn't have lots to draw, and ended up doing rock paper scissors. you won, so you had to drive. after hitting a couple parking cones in the parking lot you got the hang of it and got onto the highway, unfortunately midway up 95 on the way home, vin diesel appeared in the middle of the road, and you still dealing with the acid couldn't think to swerve, and hit vin diesel. of course the car folded around him and flipped, landing in the median strip. you and sam, having worn your seatbelts, were hanging from

[shadowsfire32]

..Creative...

[atheisticgod]

god amon amarth and vin diesel suck so much ass.

[anonymous]

that pudding eating contest.

[shadowsfire32]

Oh, that one...

[anonymous]

that day you begged me to bring you to the my little poney convention, i came with you, but i refused to dress up. i still think it was going to far for you to dress in pink with that sparkly purple maine and tail.

[shadowsfire32]

I was just adapting to the environment as to not stand out.