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Friday, December 02, 2005

Because this looked like fun...
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.
Two things to keep in mind:

(a) I am married and my wife reads this. I'm not saying you can't post what you want. I'm saying that if it gets me thrown out of the house, I'm tracking you down and taking over your couch.

(b) I tend to delete what I like at whim, anway. Like Casanova Frankenstein in Mystery Men, I even kill my own posts.


B said...

REmember when we were in kindergarden and you kept trying to give the girls cat poo you took out of the litter box? You were telling them it was a type of cookie. What was the girls name that actually did? She's never been quite right...

Ms Bizarro said...

Remember on our honeymoon, we went ice fishing on that Alaskan cruise and you embarrased the hell out of me by constantly asking the tour guide where all the Eskimos were? You kept saying you wanted to see an igloo.

B said...

I was most embarrassed by him asking "Do they really kiss like that????" then eskimo kissing everyone back at the family compound for the next month. "These Utah winters are cold, we've got to be like Eskimos."

defiant goddess said...

Remember that one time we went to hear Condoleeza's speech and she tripped walking to the podium and her foot got tangled in the mic cord and when she tried to stand up, the cord took out a whole row of folding chairs?

Man, those were good times.

Don said...

b: Hey, I don't blame Dungeons & Dragons for her condition. Something was bound to set her off anyway; a low-flying helicopter, for instance.

ms. bizarro: You go to Alaska, you expect to see Nanook and igloos!

b: Why don't you come on out to the compound--I got a nice big cup o' Kool Aid for ya :).

goddess: I heard Colin saw that and, like all the times he's watched the 6:00 news, just shook his head out of embarassment for all Secretaries of State, everywhere.