What do you remember about me?
I "borrowed this from Enviroboi .
I thought it was cute:
Assignment from your English teacher:
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) 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!
I asked him to remember the time I took him to the Hills Cafe to eat Calf-Fries. Can't wait to see what y'all come up with.
Oh, and Six, Atari, Jeff... you are tagged.
I thought it was cute:
Assignment from your English teacher:
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) 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!
I asked him to remember the time I took him to the Hills Cafe to eat Calf-Fries. Can't wait to see what y'all come up with.
Oh, and Six, Atari, Jeff... you are tagged.
posted by Kelicious at 10:31 AM
6 Comments:
I remember that time you and I were driving down the Central Expressway in Dallas, and we ran out of gas at Haskell Avenue. Instead of sitting there and behaving yourself, you got out of the car, ran down the ramp, lifted up your muumuu, and showed people your browneye. I was horrified, and had to chase you all the way down to Gaston Avenue, where I had to tackle you and make you behave. THEN you started shrieking like a monkey and throwing your poo everywhere, and I decided to just leave you there. Last time I saw you, you were sitting in the middle of Exall Park picking at yourself and mumbling something about cucumbers.
It was just tacky.
Holy Shit. Remember that summer in sumatra? What? You were never in Sumatra? Yes.. yes you were. I was dating Miss Scarlet and you were with Colonel Mustard and we totally got stood up and stuck in that bar by the gypsies singing karoke!?! Yeah, I was like.. doh.. who the FUCK is this snob next to me, he won't even turn to say "hi" and then you spilled your bloody mary all over that muscle dude next to us (yea, I'm sure you were tryin' to score..) and I broke out laughing! Ohhh.. how the night progressed from there. Who knew we'd end up in the sack together!? Certainly not me.
I remember it like it was yesterday. You were standing on the roof, wearing a pair of sparkling fairy wings. You kept yelling something about flying away and leaving us all behind. I climbed up onto the roof with you, but you were all sorts of "Get off my roof. This is MY roof." In the ensuing struggle (read: you trying to push me off the roof) we eventually fell off the roof into the pool. My mascara started to run, your glitter was dissipating; in all, we were a mess. When we finally dragged our asses out of the pool, some good fag had fresh Cosmos for us.
Chox, whatever - That was you!!
Remember that time you gave me $100,000 so I could get out of debt and move to a new location where I could start my life over again with no worries other than who I was going to wake up with the next morning?
Yeah ... me too ... me too ...
OK. Remember when we left the Hills Cafe and went to that divey little bar and knocked back 17 tequila shots each?
Me neither.
In fact, I only remember the first 4 shots, but -like- your mug shot was so friggin' hot, and I looked like death warmed over.
At least all charges were dropped, and you're lucky I'm keeping to my promise not to tell what you did to have the charges dropped.
wink wink.
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