if you read this...
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don’t speak often, even if we don’t 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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.
posted by lyza jane @ 3:03 PM
2 Comments:
You are a fucking trip. I remember when we went to that ColdPlay Concert in Novermber last year. That shit was crazy, you was looking good tho, those canary yellow ugg boots were hot. It was all good until you hit that weed and had a panic attack. You need to leave that weed alone.
Who could ever forget that time your Uncle Paulie conned us into going beaver hunting? We were like... "how the fuck do you hunt beavers anyway?" He took us out into the West Virgina woods and began following this big creek. We finally found this beaver dam and your uncle began firing his 12 gauge into the water like a lunatic. Then as he was chasing that one big ass beaver down the stream. He ran out onto the dam... slipped and fell into the creek... lost his shotgun and got hung up in the dam. We had to fish his ass out and go home sopping wet with no beaver or shotgun.
Man... we'll never do that shit again huh!
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