Self Amusement

[learnteach]

Gakked from CVirtue, fine purveyour of Veggie Porn and Creator of Modern Medieval thangs:


Please post a comment 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, post this little paragraph on your blog so you can be amused, also.

Note: It's unshielded, so don't put any memory in that you wouldn't be willing to discuss drunkenly at a party. Including a West-An Tir beer bash...

Comments

[cvirtue.livejournal.com]

I always thought it would be foolish to try doing that on a motorcycle, but you did it with panache! Have the schnauzers recovered yet?

[marysdress.livejournal.com]

Leaning close, I cooed softly in your ear - "but only you can carry off donkey ears, a diaphonous chartreuse robe and a three foot phallus. Besides, it's for theater..."

[farmount.livejournal.com]

I walked into the Citadel, and my eyes ran over your leather-clad body, sprawled carelessly over one of the couches. The chaps simply set off the inviting bulge in your jeans and your torso seemed almost confined by the leather harness crossing your chest...

*snerk* *giggle* *BWAWAHAHAHA!!!*

OK, couldn't go on much more than that, but I figure it might be highly amusing stuff to discuss drunkenly at a party.

[maestrateresa.livejournal.com]

Imagine my surprise when I walked in and discovered that you were the fabulous new deacon that everyone was talking about!

[lifeofglamour.livejournal.com]

All this reminds me of that one time when we were working together at that big accounting firm back in the early '80s, cooking the books and making it all look legit (god, remember all the coke we used to get through?) and one morning in April (or was it May?) the boss came in and was like, "Learnteach, you've been promoted to SVP" and you were all, "Fuck you and this soul-leeching company! I'm sick of defrauding the people of this great country to line some CEOs pockets! I quit! And I'm taking g0atface with me!"
And I was like, "Um, I kinda like my job here, maybe you could quit without dragging me into it?"
And then the boss (what was his name...Jim or something?) was like, "Oh, screw it then, you're right. Roll me up a fattie and we'll just forget this ever happened."

Man, those were the days. I still get email from Jim now and then, he's living in Nebraska selling tractors or farm equipment or something.

[ianhess.livejournal.com]

No kidding, there I was, back against the wall at that party. She was adorable, but I could see the fangs from where I stood. She was persistent, I'll give her that... she had me cornered, like a mouse. Just when I thought I'd be at her mercy, a plaything to be used for warmth and amusement only to be cast aside, I saw John. He stepped in, and I ran. Yeah, he took one for the team that night.

I'm just glad hes not allergic to cats.

[ermine-rat.livejournal.com]

What about all those times we sold dope dressed as nuns?

[judith-s.livejournal.com]

I knew you would make an awfully good replacement for a climbing toy, but even I didn't expect you to be able to keep this many children entertained, while continuing the discussion about the meaning of life.

[kawgirl.livejournal.com]

Ah, there was that time in Amsterdam... I hadn't known all that women could do with a banana. Then, you stunned me by showing me what YOU could do with a banana.

Memories.....

[channel6.livejournal.com]

I remember that first time we set eyes on each other. It was in Katmandu--or was it Bogeta? It's all a blur now of cheap tequila and bad Mexican music on a crappy boombox. Regardless--there you were--half naked, wearing only some garishly-colored sarong you had borrowed from an Indonesian tourist and that goofy hat of yours. You were bellowing "My Sharona" at the top of your drunken lungs while you stood on a chair in that horrible bar--what was it called? Oh yeah, "The Twisted Dork." Our eyes met thru the haze of hashish smoke and you yelled at me, "Hey lady, where did you get that dog?"

We've been fast friends every since....

But I still want my tutu back, ya bastard.

[ladybrid.livejournal.com]

I keep starting to write something then realizing "oh wait, that's a real memory... it's supposed to be fictional..."
-wink-

[anthraxia.livejournal.com]

I remember the time you and I sat at Rowany Festival flinging rotten prunes at any Peer who walked past that met with our disapproval. If only we had had custard to go with them...