I wonder how many people will comment?
**If you read this, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) by what people remember about you**
The time we had movie day everyday for a week, or until we got sick of popcorn and coke.
The time we decided hanging a raft from the rafters was a “great” idea.
The time I kept on driving when you were hanging on to my truck.
The time we remade that movie.
The time we re-made THAT movie.
The time we never made that movie.
The time I got you out of class to help me.
The time we thought we could drink a gallon of milk.
The time you faked getting hurt and ended with your Dad giving us a talk.
The time you told us to leave cause you needed “time alone” with your girlfriend.
The time we decided if this girl thing doesn’t workout we can always go gay.
The time you set you hand and the deck on fire as we stood and watched.
The time you wrecked your van.
The time you wrecked your car.
The time you fell asleep, and we took a tazzer to your ass.
The time we went to six flags.
The time we went camping, and ended in an orgy….well… not really. But we did end up really close.
The time you thought you could make a 360 over the chin up bar, and quickly meet concrete.
The time I shoved a pipe through your lip.
The time we made that other movie.
The time we decided at 9:00 at night to go to the gulf…and did.
The many times we went to wal-mart after midnight.
The many times we went to whataburger.
The time we started PBO, and called Keith dilly-nuts.
The time we layed in the pool while it filled, and said nothing.
The time we cleaned my pool.
The other time we tried to clean it, and ended with my truck in the backyard.
The time we had some kick ass speakers in your downstairs.
The time there was actual carpet in the down stairs.
The time we thought the glue on the floor was glue, but really asbestos.
The many times I got you to help me at TCT.
The time you feel asleep in my car and I swerved to hit your head on the glass.
The time your van door fell off, and I thought it was the greatest thing since bread.
The many times we played the dark game, and always ended with either your parents yelling or someone getting hurt.
The times we spent in the backyard with the sprinkler and a raft for a pool.
The many many coke runs we did.
The time the cops thought I shot someone and ended in the front of your house.
The times you were there after my breakups.
The time I was there after your breakups.
The time we made fun of people for being stupid.
The time we thought Que would sound better if it was queif.
The many time we felt hi without getting hi.
The many times you hit Adam by accident, and ended with him crying and your mom yelling.
The time you found horny goat weed pills upstairs.
The times the upstairs felt foreign.
That’s about all I can say for now… I’m sure theres a lot more…
(Wes)
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