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spacehussy.
Oh the lawlz that will come from this...
I would like all my LJ friends to comment about how you got to know me. But I want you to LIE. That's right. Just make it up. Then if you like, after you comment, copy this to your journal so I can do the same.
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hermits usually don't let people into their houses, really, but this is a huge exception. see, it was either the hermit let the danger-loving exploring in for the night, or let him die, and no hermit wants to go crazy with all of that in their head.
so after a good (albeit awkward) night's rest, it's morning, and time for the explorer to leave, but the hermit hasn't forgotten his manners! he makes the explorer breakfast, and let's face it. the explorer is too grateful to turn a breakfast of moss and snails down by this point. thankfully, we were knocked off the plate when an owl swooped down to attack the hermit's eyes for cheating on her, and we raced off to start our lives together!
alas, poor Stu. we knew him well..
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It was the final lap. I could see the finish line. None of the other cars were anywhere near us; it was just you and me. We were neck and neck-- it was a drag race to the end. I could barely hear myself think over the scream of the engines. I couldn't see you through the mirror-tinted windows of your car, but I knew you were just as intent as I was. We were so close, if I could just pull ahead--
Too bad we both ran out of gas ten feet from the line and came in dead last as a result, but hey, the afterparty was pretty badass AMIRITE?!
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It was out in Wisconsin at that snail show. You remember the one? And you had the Peruvian Glitter with the reverse spiral shell and we got to talking about it. Maybe you remember the details- they're a little fuzzy for me now, but I remember that we ended up at the karaoke bar, singing a duet of Can You Feel The Love Tonight like the BOSSES we were.
I still have that flugelhorn you gave me as a parting give, too. Never did learn how to play it but I just can't stand to part with it.
So I gave it to my hermit crab. Every time I look at that hermit crab now, I think of you.
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I was the one in the yellow camaro that revved his's engine at you.
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I should probably pay that back at some point, huh?
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