OK, I’m asking for it after that last bit, but here’s one of those meme things that I can’t resist.
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 post this in your journal so that people can invent memories for you. (I consider the last bit optional if you
I remember that time you and I were out coon hunting over near Skowhegan and that black bear treed you, then on the way home your damn dogs messed all over the back seat of that crappy Chevy Malibu you used to drive.
I always remember that time when we were at the bowling alley. You spent something like $26 and 4.5 hours playing Tetris just to get the high score. (I never understood why you wanted to pay to play when we both had Nintendos at home anyway… but I’ll exchange bills for quarters for you any day!)
[spewing forth false memories is punishable by Galactic Law for me, as my trickeries and deceits cause irreparable damage to the space-time continuum. however, i will tell a mostly true story about The Solonor. one i remember fondly–it was after he had gone through his first initiation rites in the Church of Scientology. he had just met Tom Cruise, and they seemed to hit it off. after a few beers, and a few flights aboard John Travolta’s private luxury jet, they were preparing to land in Idaho to visit Bruce Willis. that’s when things fell apart. Solonor, being the half-elf that he is, just couldn’t contain the semi-regular explosions of noxious bodily gasses rumbling through his person, and thusly filled the cabin with his special scent. (What’s a half-elf to do? In some cultures, it’s considered an aphrodisiac.) Travolta wept, while Cruise gagged in the corner. The crew made an emergency landing in the middle of the Wasatch Mountains–luckily, there was an open field and a house nearby. My house. That’s when I met Solonor, the blessed day. He and Tom Cruise parted ways as bitter enemies, each of them swearing to get revenge–Cruise for the noxious gas, and Sol for the hurtful rejection. (It was right after this incident that Tom Cruise unleashed Dave Barry upon the world, a most catastrophic and undeniably sinister move in his War on The Sol™.)
now we know the real story.
Oh gez Solonor – that one time we got together for bbq wings at that local dive of a bar (and don’t say you don’t know which one!) and pissed off the owner because of what you said, which can’t be repeated here.. still makes me snort soda out my nose when I think about it!
Remember that day in 1978 at Fenway?
Nope.
Bwahahaha!
How about that time we played Road Warrior in that orange VW and opened the doors and hung off them at highway speeds while listening to Frank Zappa singing
No, no, no. Those ARE made up… yeah, that’s the ticket… those are good ones. Ha. Ha. Ha. Boy, if that stuff ever really happened, it would be a bad example for my kids. Good thing it didn’t. Whew.
(It was Filet o’ Fish. “The sea giveth, and the sea taketh away.”)
Ha, ha, ha…
Yes…ahh…you caught on. Yes, THOSE NEVER HAPPENED. That was a good one, wasn’t it Solly? Me pretending those actually happened. Tee-Hee.
*cough*
Revising My Personal History, or Make Your Own ASV Adventure
I’m really rather busy today, so I’ll get to all your hate mail later. Boy is it fun to get hate mail from both the left and the right. Makes me feel all funny inside. Or maybe that’s the…..nevermind. So,…