NON Memories
I really need to relax my left arm a bit, to let it heal from the physical therapy, so I've decided to post this game that I found on Waiting4Faith. Have fun, and I'll see you all soon!
RULES
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment here on my blog with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished leaving your comment, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you. I think this will be fun for all... like a bowl of Skittles and M&M's mixed... a color and a flavor for everyone!
Or not...
Remember, this is a family site, so please keep it clean!
Tags:Game, Games, Humor
RULES
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment here on my blog with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished leaving your comment, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you. I think this will be fun for all... like a bowl of Skittles and M&M's mixed... a color and a flavor for everyone!
Or not...
Remember, this is a family site, so please keep it clean!
Tags:Game, Games, Humor
posted by Unknown at 11:29 AM
39 Comments:
I remember the time we sat on a bench in Golden Gate Park, San Francisco, and divided an Entenman's chocolate frosted golden yellow cake down the middle. Both armed with white, plastic forks, we tried to see who could reach the middle the quickest, without getting sick. I won, of course.
I remember that one night when you were visiting Houston...it was the best! I took you to a lot of different clubs but then I took you to see the parts of Houston I love. We went to Hermann Park and took pictures by the fountains, to the zoo, played some golf and then went to Galveston. I took you on the Bolivar ferry and we watched the dolphins racing it. Once we got to High Island we drove down the beaches in search of the perfect spot to paint the sunset. You knew I like prisma colors more than oil paints and suprised me with the kit.
We then settled in our respective sandy seats and painted our version of the sunset. It was quite chilly but the warm brandy helped inspire some really great renditions of that evening. I still have all the black and white photographs we took in my memory box.
Maybe some day we'll laugh when we look over them.
I remember that one time when you asked me to post something fictional, but I surprised you by posting something that really happened.
Man, that was crazy!
I remember th' time you, me, an' Dick was "waitin'" fer th' election results on Ohio (yeah right, wink, wink), an' Dick says, "Hey, pull my finger," an' you says, "No, that only works the first fifteen times." An' then I says I'll pull it again, an' you dashed outta th' room holdin' your nose. Man, that was funny. Then I won Ohio.
I distinctly remember the time you helped me beat that conviction. I still can't believe the judge bought that whole "technicality" thing. I mean, they had videotape and everything!
I remember when me, you and Carol went to Ohio to see Eminem in concert and we met up with Barb and Mr. Paone. We all went out to that fancy restraunt to eat and you spilled your pea soup all over your skirt!! Then, we got pulled over by the cops and got locked up for the night....we were told never to come to Ohio in a station wagon with 1 light again.
I remember the time when you were playing guitar on stage in my band and some whacked out dude who probably drove a Chevrolet climbed onto the stage and started rubbing your butt with his asthma inhaler. I kicked him in the shins and little Stevie Vai waxed him poetic with a shout in the ear "Get off the *bleeping* stage, you MORON!!"
Come to find it was George Dubya just out having a good 'ol drunk of a time with his mistress, little miss PMRC herself, Tipper Gore. Those were the good 'ol days. Sometimes I wish I never died...
(Thanks for visiting my blog!)
I remember when we met at Starbucks recently and you treated me to an iced grande soy chai. You're just sweet that way.
I remember when we built that great snowman army. It took us like 3 hours, but there we were with 40 or 50 miniature snowman, complete with paper hats, spears a snow cannon and a pile of cannon aka snow balls. Too bad your stupid brother had to come smash them all and ruin it, he's always doing that.
I remember when we were little kids & went skinny-dipping in the creek. We put our hands under the rocks to feel for crawdads & swallowed polly-wogs whole, to feel them wiggle in our throats. & remember it was close to the hiway & a car drove by & honked. We waved at them, giggling. It was such fun!
Even though I was dead, and watching the whole thing from beyond, it was nice to see you at my funeral/memorial service with all the other Fakie friends and Agents.
Jamie Sommers made a moving speech that brough the whole assemble to tears, and Gyrobo the Awesome impressed everyone with his knowledge of imperial Russian history.
It was too bad that the whole party got crashed by Xister, his re-animated bride Spirella and the reconstructed Maskatron. He showed up in his time machine and swept a good half the crowd away to parts unknown.
The taco table and dry bar just couldn't compete with the lure of time travel :)
I also remember seeing you at the Fakiegrind funeral. My Russian oratory was superb. At least, that's what Bush said. His exact words were, "Gyrobo, you're doing a heck of a job."
Then I set fire to the caskets.
I remember the time you and I went to the movies together and couldn't stop laughing. People weer shushing us, but we STILL couldn't stop. That was THE BEST time ever! Even better than when Michele sent me over here to hang out with you!
I thought I was going to pee myself when your yoga mat slipped while you were demonstrating Downward Dog in our class....not very yogic of me I know....but you've got to admit, you did a spectacular face plant.
Calendar Girl
Hehe, I like this game!
I remember when we went to FAO Schwartz and your son Christopher (I don't think you have a son Christopher) knocked over an entire display of Barbies. Then we had lunch at McDonald's and went to see the Nutcracker. When are you coming to visit me again?
It was such fun traveling with you last May on The Orient Express. Remember??Mmmm. We were so close then....What happened to us? Remember crossing the border into Italy???? Ahhhhh yes..That was unforgetable. We must do that trip again, when your arm is better.
Oh and by the way...Michele says hi!
Hey man, I still can't get that smell of peppers and onions out of my back seat. Next time you want to get a bite to eat, YOU drive. On second thought, we'll walk. I'm not going through that ordeal again.
PS. Michele wants her blowtorch back.
Yes, Carroll did, indeed, come back and work on some plays, and wanted to put one up at TW but decided instead to put it on in San Fancisco...I worked with him a couple of times on three different projects at TW, over the years and away from Theatre West, too...these were all plays he had written...He was a VERY good writer...though the San Francisco play got killed by the critics...I do think sometimes when someone is very successful, they are harder on those people..and want to shoot them down. What a terrible "business" it is...Rough rough 'business'.
I remember the first time our eyes met across the smokey bar in Bangkok. It's not often I see a classy broad in a dump like that. I was just finishing my last swig of rotgut and saunterd over your way and said. "Hey Doll, what are doing in a place like this?". You replied, "I'm looking for Rick?". That's when my hopes were dashed as you turned and left on your way to Casablanca.
Gee, I'm coming this time from Michele's (who says I) which means I have to come up with something... Do you remember toasting the sunrise after spending the night watching and taking note of the changes in the sky under Joshua Trees out south of Goldfield, Nevada
I... I can't remember much anymore, since the government brainwashed us.
What's my name again?
I remember the time we wasted hours trying to remember the name of that song we used to sing as kids to keep ourselves awake long enough to see the sunrise. That song never did work and we still can't remember the name of it, can we.
Maybe Michele can. She says hi, by the way.
OMG do you remember the time you took off all your clothes and jumped in the river? it was the middle of december! i'm still laughing!
michele sent me to remind you!
Hey, B! Michele sent me, but I would've visited anyway.
Remember when we went parachuting and I played that little joke on you with your reserve chute? I never told you it was me. I hope you're still not mad.
Hi Carmi--yeah, I sure do remember that reserve parachute not opening! I have a 4-inch titanium plate and 4 screws in my neck to remind me everyday!! Well, at least you were kind enough to drag me to the hospital in the back of your new Chevy pickup truck (you didn't want to get blood on your new interior). It would have been nice if you had actually waited with me in the emergency room before they amputated my left pinky toe, but I understand that it was your senior prom night and Samantha, the home coming queen, would have been disappointed if you had let her down. I'm still in therapy, but I'm almost ready to forgive you!
Hey, by the way, I haven't been back to Cleveland since that June. I'll never figure out how the goldfish ended up in your sandwich. I think Mario works at that restaurant.
i'm still laughing about you freezing your tush off in the river!
back again from michele's
Do you remember climbing over that wall to get into the apple tree? I am really sorry that your branch broke but your arm wasn't at THAT odd an angle really...I mean we had seen angles like that in maths at school..
Michele said it was ok anyway.,.
Minerva
You are seriously funny...and even more warped that I am. That says something, because everyone who knows me SWEARS that I'm already too far gone for words.
Thanks for making my night...that was a wonderfully wicked 'n funny response!
I'll never look at Chevy pickups the same way again!
Oops, did I say "that"? Darn late-night typos. That should have been "than". Stream-of-consciousness typing doesn't suit me well :)
You must rememeber the time when we were kids and your mom caught us stealing wintogreen lifesavers out of your dad's top drawer of his dresser, right? Your mom was really mad because she knew your dad would find out and blame her for not watching you more carefully. You cried when she discovered us, and I ran home and hid in my closet. It was really scary.
Michele...
I remember the time I was shopping & saw you across the street, so I was calling your name & waving to catch your attention. I finally did & we both tried to cross the street to get to each other's side & caused a huge traffic jam! Remember that?
Michele sent me
I remember when noone sent me flowers for Valentines Day, but you sent me a candy cane with a note that said, "Ah, mah,you know I'm not like other guys!"...then, 5 years later, my mother sent me flowers at work for Valentines Day and everyone gathered around my desk to read the card!!! Of course, I hid it!!!
I remember the day bill gates decided that he had had it with his fortune and decided to give it all to both of us. You were so generous, that you gave me all of it, and asked only for me to buy you a chocolate frappucino from the Starbucks opposite my house.
I remember when we sat down in a large white room, the light shining through the windows was fresh and white. You smiled at me and took a deep breath slowly and I followed you, breathing deeply finding peace.
I remember the day you slapped the black off me! I was caught of guard and a little embarrassed.
Everyone in the mall was shocked to see a tiny white woman slapping such a big boned black woman. They were waiting for me to hit you; instead I followed your eyes down to the black scarf you had knocked off me and saw a big brown spider crawling away from it.
Now when I tell folks how I got slapped in public by a tiny white woman, I wait for their reaction to finish the story.
Thank you for saving my butt! Brown spiders can kill.
Remember the time when you and I were shopping at the mall when suddenly a bunch of ninjas jumped out? We both got into attack positions, but the ninjas said "we're here to help you."
"Against what?"
"Against them."
then it became clear. The zombies had surrounded the mall and some had already gotten inside.
If it weren't for those kind ninjas, both you and I wouldn't be here today. Thank you ninjas. All that time, I thought ninjas were bad guys.
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