Meme ganked from Ozma914

[willow_25]

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now (even if we don't speak often or ever) please post a comment with a completely made up, 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 in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

Comments

[sharoncs.livejournal.com]

Remember that time when we went that little karaoke bar in the west village? You were pretty trashed and had one too many vodka tonics. The drag queen hosting the night gave you a kiss on the cheek and said that anytime you want to dance on the bar in pasties and jean cutoff shorts and sing "Hangin' Tough" by NKTOB while blowing kisses to the German tourists in the corner, you were more than welcome.

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

Those were some good times. If only those shorts still fit...

[nomdiplume.livejournal.com]

I can't help flashing back to the time we repelled undead-Hitler's dastardly gummy-bear army using only a genuine 1920's military-issue swiss-army knife and two cans of East German black market "Cheesy-Whiz". As we cowered in the trenches of the Arden, listening to the gummy-bears having their picnic, I was sure we would never see home again. Thank the gods you're so good with animals! Those dogs showed up just in time. If only they'd been fast enough to save Kenny. *sniff* You bastards!

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

Death to gummy bears!!!

I miss Kenny, but luckily he was a paper cut-out, and therefore easily replaced. Kenny2, you will be pleased to know, is working on carving a relief of the Battle of Teddy Bear's Picnic into the Rock of Gibralter.

[nomdiplume.livejournal.com]

I was tempted to tell the story about that time we went Salsa-dancing in Elysium and barely managed to get home in one piece, but I wasn't sure how much of that night you wanted to remember. Things were fine until that Nyad offered to mix us "something unique", but then things got a little out of control. Word to the wise: Never cock-block a horny, drunken, werewolf. 'Nuff said.

[willow-25.livejournal.com]

*Shudders delicately*

Never again.

[ozma914.livejournal.com]

Remember how we stayed up all night watching a Doctor Who marathon, then got sick on primordial soup and went around to all the local police departments asking if they had a blue call box? They were so mad when they realized we hadn't done anything illegal that they charged us with being Annoying in Public, and we had to call Wolfram and Hart to get us freed.

Did you ever get your soul back?