Do You Remember the Time?
No, of course you don't. Because it never happened.
In my current blogging rut, it seems to be easier for me to make my blog interesting by imploring the creativity of my friends and readers. So, I'm stealing this from Skipper.
If you read this (even if we don’t speak often or don’t really know each other) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want — good memory or bad — BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
So leave me a comment and tell me what you don't remember about us.
posted by Dustin @ 10:49 AM
3 Comments:
This is easy. It was the afternoon that you, Bobo and I sat in lawn chairs on that high bluff that overlooked the river, and watched the sunset while we drank white wine from sweaty red plastic cups. And Bobo drank vodka lemonades.
And we watched the fratboys down below skinny-dip.
And that was probably the first time you didn't puke.
Oh my gods, do you remember the time you and le Bobo got naked down by the river? There were some guys watching from the bluff, but ya'll were convinced they couldn't see. When I told the chef what you did, he said that Skipper and Hotass were there watching "frat boys" at the same time. I dunno what Skipper is talking about up there in his comment...too much vodka lemonade and you know he makes shit up all the time...oxxo
Do you remember that time that you came over and I broke out the bong.. hahahaha... and I had gotten that good California red hair stuff.. *giggle*.. and we smoked OUT.. hahaha... and you ate that whole bag of cheetos.. whooo hoooo... and that whole box of swiss cake rolls.. hahahaha... and then threw up all over the cat? hahahahaha
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