Lies and Lying Liars

[saavedra77]

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, 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 these two paragraphs on your blog and be surprised--or mortified--about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you.

Picked from number42 's digital pocket.

Comments

Dude...

[ronelyn.livejournal.com]

...that was ME. You and him was the week before that, and you drove the bus into the Quabbin because Schmallturm told you that rumor that Lovecraft had hidden clues to a treasure in his stories and Saavedra thought he'd figured them out, but you needed something big to break down the gates on the state park because the thing was only visible at night, but then the brakes didn't work right because it was the shitty Smith bus and you guys were rocking and rolling and rocking and rolling and couldn't stop, even when you crashed through the illegal campfire those guys lit so the pot smugglers from Canada would know where to air-drop their bundles, which put out the fire and so they accidentally dropped the bundles on Dakin, and you guys kept rolling right into the lake and floated almost to the dam before you figured out how to steer by opening and closing the doors on the bus and you got to shore but the bus ended up jamming the sluiceway and they had to use a crane to get it out and you almost got arrested because of that HUGE bundle of pot in your room, but Saavedra and HippyBongstocking bailed you out by feeding it to the sheep and the cops got totally confused because all the sheep were going "Mooooooooo!!!" all night, and they usually only do THAT on Halloween! THAT was the time you're thinking of. :)

Re: Dude...

[saavedra77.livejournal.com]

... But were you the one who was driving when we ran over that state trooper who looked just like Jackie Gleason?

See, those years are still kinda hazy ...