Comments | spanambula: This could either get a whole buttload of comments, or none. I'm not sure.

spanambula

This could either get a whole buttload of comments, or none. I'm not sure.

Oct 17, 2008 13:50

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) 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 in your LJ and see what your friends come up

quizlings

Comments 12

reallife2010 October 17 2008, 21:04:26 UTC

Remember the time we went bungee jumping in SPACE*? Its one of my most cherished extreme-adventuring-experiences ever.

*and wearing suites made of FIRE!

westmarked October 17 2008, 21:37:47 UTC

I remember the time you came back for a homecoming at Wheaton in 2002 while I was attending there. Of course, then the zombie apocalypse hit (only a localized one, thankfully; the dead were complaining about being drafted by the Daly machine again). But, since we had the exact same zombie plan--hide up the tower in Blanchard and snipe down the hill--I got to meet you in person for the first time. Well, you and Martin.

Poor Martin ...

nathanomir October 17 2008, 21:54:21 UTC

Dude, I will never forget the time that you and I got that blonde with the huge tits drunk and two-wayed her on the beach!

xpashax October 17 2008, 23:02:04 UTC

Remember when the platform was sliding into the fire pit and I said "Goodbye" and you were like "NO WAY!" and then I was all "I pretended I was going to murder you"? That was great!

vendredi13 October 18 2008, 03:52:50 UTC

LOL Full of WIN!!! Now for a prize... How about a nice CAKE???

le_chaton_noir October 17 2008, 23:52:59 UTC

I remember, in 2000, when we were cooking marinara sauce on the gas stove and you accidentally dropped your wedding ring into the blue flames and discovered that it was the One Ring. Then the next day, when walking downtown, we were harassed by that homeless guy with the lazy eye and two remaining teeth who swore he was a wizard and that the only way to destroy the ring was to take a year-long trek walking only on our hands and throwing it into the molten lava on top of Mt. Hood. Thank God Mt. Hood is an active volcano (so we didn't have to fly to Hawaii or something...), that TriMet could take us most of the way to the mountain, that the ski lifts could take us most of the way up... One month was still a long time, though. I mean seriously, would it really have been so bad to just keep damn ring??? It was pretty...