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Thursday, 29 April 2004
This idea came to me via jaderabbit. Anyone can participate, whether you know me or not. Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it’s something that’s never happened. (Then, of course, post this to your blog/journal and see what people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.)
posted to /misc at 1:29pm :: 6 responses



Hatchjaw had this to say (04/29/2004 17:18:06):
remember that time in college we went on the "Zipper" at a carnival near Laney College and you puked all over the inside of our cage and we were stuck in there with it for the duration of the ride? you still owe me for the dry cleaning bill, fuckass.
ignatz ratskywatski had this to say (04/30/2004 09:25:35):
I remember you spewing chunks after eating a long piece of horse anus on that game show. Man was that ever humiliating. Any the best part was that the game show was Jeopardy. Alex Trebeck did not look amused when your vomit got all over the other constestants. What were you doing with that horse anus anyway?
/\/\/\/ had this to say (04/30/2004 10:45:30):
I seriously hope a memory comes along that doesn't involve me hurling.
jaderabbit had this to say (05/02/2004 21:55:55):
I remember the time I babysat you. You and your brother didn't want to have bedtime stories read to you; no, you wanted to tell stories, and regular fairy tales wouldn't do. No, it was ghost stories for you.

I told you the story of the Witch of Nantahala, and your brother made up something about a boy who turned into a rat. You told a peculiar and rather sad one about a German clockmaker who built a clockwork wife. It seemed to be set some time in the nineteenth century. I asked if you'd made that story up, too.

"Oh, no," you said. "I remember it like it was yesterday." Then you went to bed, and I realized that your family had a very large, coffin-like clock in the front entryway. I could have sworn it murmured before it chimed.

I never babysat for your family again.
the lucky duck had this to say (05/03/2004 03:49:11):
remember in 10th grade we went to the MC Hammer concert? and we dressed up like MC Hammer and his dancers, and did the "U Can't Touch This" dance nonstop while waiting for the stadium gates to open? that was fun. do you still have those gold parachute pants?
dorcas had this to say (05/04/2004 16:59:56):
remember that time you puked...oh wait, no puke stories. right. i recall one hot summer day in san diego when we decided to take in the famous wild animal park. while we were at the petting zoo, a goat came up and started humping your leg. instead of removing said gyrating goat from your leg, you walked out of the petting zoo with him still attached. surprisingly, no one noticed. and, that's how i got my little irving.

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