Come on, I TRIPLE dog dare you!
Dec. 1st, 2005 10:47 pmStolen from
kelbelle
1. Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like/love/adore you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.
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2. If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, 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.
1. Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like/love/adore you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.
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2. If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, 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.
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Date: 2005-12-02 03:56 am (UTC)Remember that time that we went to that pool hall, and that greasy guy started macking on you? And you were like, "No way," and he was like, "Yeah baby," so you broke the stick in half and menaced him a la some sort of L&O barfight, ending in the police being called and you spending that really embarassing night in jail.
Ah, good times.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 04:07 pm (UTC)But thank you. :)
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Date: 2005-12-02 04:00 am (UTC)2) I remember that one time with those hookers in Vegas and you took that coke off those asses like a fucking pro! I was in awe.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 04:05 am (UTC)Oh, man, remember that time in Missoula, in that cowboy bar, when you got wasted on frozen jello shots, took my red lipstick, pulled up your shirt, painted a face on your stomach, jumped up on the bar and did a belly song to "Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves"?? Dude.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:02 pm (UTC)Brilliant! Fucking! Writer!
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Date: 2005-12-02 10:26 pm (UTC)My most humble thanks!!!
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Date: 2005-12-02 04:33 am (UTC)2. Remember the time we finally scraped enough money to hop acrosss the Atlantic and so you could stalk Lahboob? Lucky for you I had Mandana to keep me distracted.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 05:01 am (UTC)2. Remember that time I rolled through Ohio and we got rotten stinkin' drunk and watched the entire run of Bad Girls in one sitting? Oh, and then we did coke off mocha-colored whores.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 05:03 am (UTC)1) You like/love/adore me? Whoo-hoo!
2) Remember that time we snuck beneath the bleachers during the last football game of the year and got completely drunk? No? Me neither. Must have been the vodka.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 05:11 am (UTC)2. I remember when we were kids, I'd poop my pants during our sleepovers. You never judged me, man.
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Date: 2005-12-02 02:13 pm (UTC)2. And I still don't, but dude. Bring plastic sheets the next time you are in town. Mrs. CB says we can't afford another new mattress.
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Date: 2005-12-02 03:31 pm (UTC)Oh. My. God.
I think my favorite fake memory of us is the time we got lost on our way to the karaoke bar and we found those two hot chicks stuck on the side of the road with a flat tire? You know, the big van with the mattress in the back? Dude, that was an awesome weekend. Good thing they didn't have a spare tire.
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 03:32 pm (UTC)leave the churcha saint. You do so much good with your volunteering, something I hope to re-establish in 2006.no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 04:17 pm (UTC)You were lucky to escape with your life; my breasts have killed weaker women.
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:33 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 05:10 pm (UTC)You were never happier. Your smile haunts me to this day....
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:35 pm (UTC)brainwashconvert people to the H/N love.no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 06:05 pm (UTC)My goodness girl, I’ve never seen you move so fast! Of course it was awfully cold. Who knew that your choreography would be resurrected years later by that Beals girl in Flashdance. And they never credited you! Aw, tsk-tsk, sad days we live in… the real talent goes un-laurelled while these hacks make all the royalties! Don’t worry doll, I’ll not let your fame fade to black... I’ll bravely continue to tell your story!
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-02 08:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 03:41 pm (UTC)2. Ah, Punxatawney. Good times. As for the "man" thing, I distinctly rmember telling you both that I had undergone a mysterious surgery as a child. Check your medical records again, "sis". You'll find the same results.
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Date: 2005-12-02 11:35 pm (UTC)hmmm... must be the weekend we found new uses for power tools by combining them with our favorite toys. I doubt Craftsman meant for their cordless drill to be used to power such a thing!
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Date: 2005-12-03 03:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 12:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-03 03:44 pm (UTC)2. Never hurts to carry a spare tire, now does it?
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Date: 2005-12-03 06:11 pm (UTC)2. I will be indebted to you forever for flying out to Vegas and caring for me and the kids during that whole stomach virus fiasco. You are the best shit shoveler in the world gal. I'll never forget it.
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Date: 2005-12-03 11:06 pm (UTC)