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[greybeta]

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.

Comments

[zarhooie.livejournal.com]

I still haven't gotten all those feathers out of my ass.... Sometimes I wonder if I ever will.

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

And you know you deserved it, too. :)

[correspondguy.livejournal.com]

Dude, I know I promised you could have my copy of The Vivid Girls present Lysistrata for as long as you need it, but I'm done with The Comedy Stylings of Bea Arthur and I'd kinda like to swap back.

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

I have no clue what you're talking about, sir. :)

[renough.livejournal.com]

Hey, remember that time that we were having lunch together and one of the cafeteria workers accidentally spilled toxin-filled ranch dressing all over us!? Man, that was weird. I really didn't want super powers, but we seemed to have both wound up with them.

I'm still jealous. You got to fly... All I can do is have deja vu...

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

Flying is overrated. They fail to tell you that if you don't have super strength you'll freeze to death up in the sky.

[renough.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but having Deja Vu all the time just gives you Super Shivers from being creeped out all the time. That and your hair never stops standing on end.

At least Sacajawea was hot...

[odclay.livejournal.com]

Remember our trip out west to the Pacific? Damn those men Lewis and Clark for taking all the credit! Who convinced Jefferson? We did. Who gathered the guys together? We did. Who rescued Clark from that tribe of wandering cannibal Frenchmen left over from the French and Indian War? We bloody did, and they never, ever told anyone about it! Those bastards! Wanna go deface their graves again?

Re: At least Sacajawea was hot...

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

I am afraid history credits the wrong people far too often.

I'm free tonight at midnight. Let's dig up their bones this time and give them to some stray dogs.

[stella-x3x3.livejournal.com]

Remember that time you were sitting arouind your house and i came over with you favorite cookies...well one bite and lets just recall...that neither of us were tasting cookies anymore. ;)

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

Yo, woman, I told you to never discuss our S&M secrets in public. Looks like I'll have to pull the whip out tonight, woman. You naughty, naughty woman. ;)

[fub.livejournal.com]

I vididly remember that night we got completely wasted on vodka. Best time I ever had during my stay at Tulsa -- even if I did puke my guts out the morning after.

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

You're weak dude. I hardly ever drink and I put down five gallons of vodka easy in one hour.

[jeremyarc7.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we both made the Top 8 at Worlds, and had to play each other in the last game. I had just kicked off an unstoppable combo while you were caught with just a forest in your hand and then I suddenly ceded so you'd win. Remember that?

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

Yeah I remember. Then the judge checked our decks and mysteriously we both had marked cards. We were both given Marked Cards-Severe and DQed in the Top 8 of Worlds. Mark Rosewater had an aneurysm over it. Pretty memorable, imho.

[cheesentoast.livejournal.com]

You told me you'd return to that cafe in Paris. I waited for months but you never came...

What?!?!

[cloewen.livejournal.com]

Now I know why you never showed up at *my* Parisian cafe!

My heart is broke.

Re: What?!?!

[cheesentoast.livejournal.com]

OH NOES!

You weren't supposed to be reading this! Besides, with that plastic half... well, he looked better, what can I say? Sorry about the bomb.

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

Well, you could call that the end of a beautiful friendship. Sorry, cherie.

[cloewen.livejournal.com]

You were cool, calm, and collected in your three piece silk suit. I sweated and twitched and looked like I had crawled out of a Salvation Army bin.

You were an old hand at the spy business. This was first outing.

She was slim and blonde and her legs went all the way to the ground and she wore a red dress that fit like it was her skin.

You swept her off her feet. I sweated and twitched and hiccuped.

When she betrayed us later than night, you smooth talked your way into having her release you from your bonds. She cried and kissed you, provided the keys and you swept her away to Istanbul where she now works as your new sidekick.

It seems you forgot your old sidekick. The bomb went off and now half my body is now metal and plastic.

I'm now the new Mr. Big and the world's #1 Bad Guy and when you and your new partner come to take me out, you'll find that all my sidekicks are ugly old men you won't be able to sweep off their feet.

I would write more, but it's 10 o'clock and I have to go oil myself.

Oh, wait a minute. This was supposed to be completely made up and fictional?!?!

[greybeta.livejournal.com]

They say that pastors often have the most unusual life experiences.