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[sorrowmonkey]

If you can read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, and even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of me.

It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph in your LJ and prepare to be surprised (or mortified) about what people don't actually remember about you.

Comments

[kuzu-no-ha.livejournal.com]

ooo there was that time in the diamond mines of South Africa..or was it the emerald mines of Columbia.
and you thought it would be funny to flood the mine with spam. Boy was the forman pissed. He smelled like canned meat product for weeks.

[nrawling.livejournal.com]

That was a good one. He keep licking his arm and saying, "What am I so delicious!"

[darthluna.livejournal.com]

Breaking Thorson out of that Turkish jail together and having to smuggle him home as our defective love child.

[nrawling.livejournal.com]

Good times!

I was a shame we had to shave all of his bodyhair off to make the ruse work. Luckily, it grew back before we have to explain to the Department of Motor Vehicles.

[zosime.livejournal.com]

There was that one time you almost started to beat Ivan with your trumpet, then thought better of it, grabbed the tuba from the geriatric sleeping against the wall in symphony rehearsal, then slammed it down over Ivan's head. It was hilarious to hear him screaming while running around with a tuba on his head and slamming into Mel, knocking them both unconscious. It was a nice added touch when you drew all over Mel's face with sharpie. Boy, weren't the EMTs surprised when they had to use the jaws of life to get a man out of a tuba, and acid to get the marker penises off another guys face.
*sigh* the memories...