(Copied word for word from daniel who copied from jozjozjoz who copied from Mr. Don)
If you read this… if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often or don’t really know each other)..... Your job, your mission, nay - even your new goal in life is to post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad. It can be about that time when I spent the night with you in the South American jail because you got drunk and tried to pick up on a cop.... or it could be about that night that felt like that time half a forever ago when you and I hopped on railroad cars and rode clear across Kentucky… 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!
Post away - and be creative!
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Listen, J. I refuse to write fake memories of us when there are so many awesome real ones to choose from. Don't make me tell your readers about Venice and your little gondola incident. One word for you: FLOUNDER. Yeah, you know what I mean. But that stays between you, me, and God, because there still may be legal repercussions should the truth be told.
I still have that picture from when we stole that big loaf of bread from the street vendor there. That look on your face when you realzed he was keeping up with us as we fled! LOL It was so funny. I'm glad I kept my camera on my neck the whole trip or I would have missed so many gems.
Anyway, maybe when you're in this area again we can hit the bowling lanes again for old times' sake, only this time, don't spill your beer in the finger holes of your ball! HA ha haaaaa! Kinda makes it difficult to keep the ball ON YOUR HAND instead of ON MY FOOT!
Aaaah, man. You're a load of fun, though, I must say.
Remember when you had the clap?
No, not the VD, when you had that unstoppable urge to clap at every. little. thing?
I had you pick from a red pill and a blue pill, but you took them both. Instead of having the clap, you developed the suck. Let's not even go there.
Hey, dude, d'ya remember that time we were in Morocco in the Peace Corps? And we were going to the coast for some R-n-R, and when our jeep crapped out in the desert, we hijacked those two camels, but the one you were riding had a really bad case of gas and i was behind you, and that SOOO wasn't cool, but along the way we happened on this tiny village that had like, a bunch of grass huts? And they were trying to defind their village against a massive Peruvian fireant invasion? And we came to their rescue with two canteens of water and some strategically placed magnifying glasses? and in gratitude, they chief-dude offered us each a pick of the villages most beautiful virgins--which was great for you, being a guy and all, but really sucked for me, b/c I'm not exactly into playing for my own team, y'know? so i asked for a male virgin, and everyone laughed at me, b/c there is no such thing as a male virgin? yeah, not cool, dude..but really good times...
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