Comments | lurkerfromoz: Yoinked from <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/camillo1978">camillo1978</a></strong>, and <strong class="lj-user"><a href="/read/user/dickgloucester">dickgloucester</a></strong>

lurkerfromoz

Yoinked from camillo1978, and dickgloucester

Mar 05, 2008 08:24

Please post a comment with an entirely fictional and made-up memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - as long as it is fake. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised about what people don't actually remember about you.

Just how creative can you be..?

meme

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lurkerfromoz March 5 2008, 22:06:57 UTC

Yes, it was a wierd time. My brother's parole hearing is next week. His girlfriend will be there, though she's graduated now, of course.

ozratbag2 March 5 2008, 01:41:39 UTC

I remember the less than flattering picture of you on the front of the Courier Mail, trying as hard as you could to hide yourself behind anything bigger than a postage stamp. The byline being that you'd decided to jump off Storey Bridge and go swimming with the whales...nekkid.

lurkerfromoz March 5 2008, 22:08:57 UTC

I've still got the scar from the over-friendly dolphin.

subtilior March 5 2008, 02:49:23 UTC

Ah man, that one time we went to the beach and the sand was so hot it burnt our toes? And I was so friggin' excited that it was blistering hot in December? Good times. And then I stepped on a jellyfish and shrieked like a little girl. You were nice to put up with it, though. :)

lurkerfromoz March 5 2008, 22:10:08 UTC

And when the lifeguard had no vinegar and had to use a more 'traditional' method to take away the sting, I thought I would die laughing.

zafania March 9 2008, 08:38:28 UTC

i have very fond memories of the years we spent together as cat wranglers, herding wild moggies across the sunny plains of milton keynes, dragging string along the ground behing our pack wildebeast so the cats would follow, healing each others scratches, and ah, the nights we'd spend trying to fight our way over the piles of furry bodies towards the camp fire so we could warm our can of beans....

lurkerfromoz March 9 2008, 22:38:26 UTC

And then the night that the Catnip Tribe attacked, and we lost them all into the darkness. What a suprise it was to wake the next morning to find that, not only had they returned, but they had brought a fresh loaf for toast.

zafania March 10 2008, 07:20:09 UTC

being cats though, they brought sardine jam