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 people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
There was that time we were walking on the Trinity quad during your last reunion, when we heard the screams. Some footballer was beating up his girlfriend that evening, at least up to when you and I arrived and kicked the shit out of him.
There was that time we were walking on the Trinity quad during your last reunion, when we heard the screams. Some footballer was beating up his girlfriend that evening, at least up to when you and I arrived and kicked the shit out of him.
That hits pretty close to a real event. I confronted the man in an arguing couple. She was saying “go away,” and he kept on. Chris W. and I blocked both of them in to the garden below the library, and told him to go away… that we weren’t leaving until he did.
He started to get pissed at us, and I said, “hey, the lady don’t want your attention right now. That’s why we’re helping you both.”
The wind went out of him, and then she said, “no, it’s OK. We’re together. You can leave us, and he’ll be OK.”
I sure hope they were.
Actually the town was Rio Del Worcester.
And yes, I am marrying her.
Fuck franco, the dead punk!
Well, actually, I’m the lawful Archduke.
The man who smote you with a smelt is actually my evil twin brother. He also decimated the Plains of Pleasre and felled the Forest of Fearsome Fur-Bearing Fishers.
But it was I who was responsible for sacking the City of Canoodling Corporate Coriander Collecrors. That was me.
The swizzle stick style is actually a dangerous and tricky style to master. That’s part of the reason the violet ninja are after me — they want the manual.
Otherwise, we’d probably be dead.
Did you ever meet up with that girl you were dating, who ran the espresso bar in that little town on the Camino de Santiago? I mean, after the war?
Oh, that’s right. You’re marrying her, aren’t you?
Ulito Swan was delicious.
Did you know that a Haslanti League talent is actually short-weight by half a pound?
remember that time in the Spanish Civil War when you were wounded
by a Facist gun emplacement? So I blew the sewer undeneath them up, scattering shite across the enemy lines?
Man, we would’ve been sscrewed if that flight of Russian fighter planes hadn’t given us some air cover.
Too bad Franco won.
remember that time in the Spanish Civil War when you were wounded
by a Facist gun emplacement? So I blew the sewer undeneath them up, scattering shite across the enemy lines?
Man, we would’ve been sscrewed if that flight of Russian fighter planes hadn’t given us some air cover.
Too bad Franco won.
Did you ever meet up with that girl you were dating, who ran the espresso bar in that little town on the Camino de Santiago? I mean, after the war?
Oh, that’s right. You’re marrying her, aren’t you?
Actually the town was Rio Del Worcester.
And yes, I am marrying her.
Fuck franco, the dead punk!
I remember trying to stop you running off with that DAMN HUSSY Ulito Swan, but you HAD to go and prove that point about the Leopard Seat and the actual weight of a talent.
Curse you!
I remember trying to stop you running off with that DAMN HUSSY Ulito Swan, but you HAD to go and prove that point about the Leopard Seat and the actual weight of a talent.
Curse you!
Ulito Swan was delicious.
Did you know that a Haslanti League talent is actually short-weight by half a pound?
I still remember when we had coffee and then the violet ninja attacked, then you held them off with your swizzle stick style.
I still remember when we had coffee and then the violet ninja attacked, then you held them off with your swizzle stick style.
The swizzle stick style is actually a dangerous and tricky style to master. That’s part of the reason the violet ninja are after me — they want the manual.
Otherwise, we’d probably be dead.
HA! You thought wearing the Blue Hat would save you, but I know and you know that the Brotherhood is on your trail! Confess — it was YOU who decimated the Plains of Pleasure and ruined the Forest of Fearsome Fur-Bearing Fishers! When we left the last village and entered the Freakish Lands, it was you who smote me with a smelt! Admit it! YOU are the Archduke!
HA! You thought wearing the Blue Hat would save you, but I know and you know that the Brotherhood is on your trail! Confess — it was YOU who decimated the Plains of Pleasure and ruined the Forest of Fearsome Fur-Bearing Fishers! When we left the last village and entered the Freakish Lands, it was you who smote me with a smelt! Admit it! YOU are the Archduke!
Well, actually, I’m the lawful Archduke.
The man who smote you with a smelt is actually my evil twin brother. He also decimated the Plains of Pleasre and felled the Forest of Fearsome Fur-Bearing Fishers.
But it was I who was responsible for sacking the City of Canoodling Corporate Coriander Collecrors. That was me.