If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me
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I remember last year when you visited me and we went swimming in the lake in the north of my hometown. It was one of the few really hot days last year. You wanted to go sightseeing but it was too hot to walk around in town!
I remember when . . .snpcraklepopJune 25 2006, 19:17:54 UTC
I remember the time we took that amazing trip to London. I loved that. We drank Guiness until we couldn't hardly see straight at that pub right down the street from the hotel. And we got to see Les Miserables; we cried until other people in the audience cried along with us. Oh, and remember those two Irish twins (Declan and Erick)? Yes, we were rather hot and heavy with them on the top level of that double-decker bus. I'm sure that was quite a show! They even sent me a Christmas card the following year! My favorite part, though, it roaming the town and laughing 'til our sides hurt. Those were the good ole days, I'll tell you!
(Have been too busy to stalk you lately, so please forgive the delayed response...)
Of all the things I don't remember about you, I think my favorite has to be the time we went to make margaritas and couldn't find the blender. I still insist that the Snoopy Snow Cone machine worked better anyhow! Rimming dixie cups with salt and sugar, and forgetting which were which by the time we'd ground the ice... the tipsy untranslate-able squeaks we Woodstock made when we filled him with tequila.... taking turns doing drunken versions of the Snoopy dance... it remains a priceless afternoon in my memory for all these reasons, but mostly because of you.
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It was one of the few really hot days last year.
You wanted to go sightseeing but it was too hot to walk around in town!
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(Fake, eh?)
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Of all the things I don't remember about you, I think my favorite has to be the time we went to make margaritas and couldn't find the blender. I still insist that the Snoopy Snow Cone machine worked better anyhow! Rimming dixie cups with salt and sugar, and forgetting which were which by the time we'd ground the ice... the tipsy untranslate-able squeaks we Woodstock made when we filled him with tequila.... taking turns doing drunken versions of the Snoopy dance... it remains a priceless afternoon in my memory for all these reasons, but mostly because of you.
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:::adds you and begins searching for new stalkee:::
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