Fictional Memory Meme

[wilder_hiryu]

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 blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what

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[matorias]

When he said he liked midgets, I had no idea he meant for breakfast.

[sixtyforty]

I remember when you were in Folsom, and I was a nun counseling the prisoners. I was in the classroom where you were studying when Johnny Cash walked in, a few hours before his scheduled concert. He said that he was having trouble with his set list, and he needed your help. Turns out he'd been coming to you for years, and when you got thrown in prison on those trumped-up charges, he pulled some strings so he could perform at Folsom. Really, he just needed to be close to his muse.

[littlest_terror]

The only thing that comes to mind was that time when we were out partying on a beach in Thailand when we were attacked by six Cuban drug lords sour about a game of yahtzee we had bested them at the night before. You took down half of them with a beach ball then we roped a couple more with the volleyball net ninja-style. The last one was all me, defeated by one of those cute drink umbrellas.

I haven't been in a fight like that in ages.

[morgaynne]

There was this pig and it had an apple in it's mouth and was looking scared. You ran over and tried to explain to it that sometimes people actually feed pigs apples. It didn't believe you because I was standing over it with a flame thrower muttering something about roast pork being delicious. We shared it and it was.

[beaubeana]

It was the year of the fish. Alex and I were sick of the deluded gasoline bourbon and so we were going to end this horrible rein of torment. As we sat at the most rickety table in the Cattle Lounge, a man walked in, just the man we were looking for. We had heard that he could produce concentric calcium based semi-anabolic cryo-tea, which we had only dared to dream of. He slowly made his way to the table, dragging his tail behind him. As he stood there before us, his eyes shining like two polished spoons, he said, " Alex, you've got something on your face."

[wilder_hiryu]

That is one strange avatar.