(Copied word for word from Mr. Don)
If you read this… if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don’t speak often or don’t really know each other)….. Your job, your mission, nay - even your new goal in life is to post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me.
It can be anything you want - good or bad. It can be about that time when I spent the night with you in the South American jail because you got drunk and tried to pick up on a cop…. or it could be about that night that felt liktime half a forever ago when you and I hopped on railroad cars and rode clear across Kentucky… BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.
When you’re finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you!
Post away - and be creative! (grabbed this from Rowdigrl who snagged it from Eka aka Snazzykat who grabbed it from…)
I can’t believe you did that thing with that person over there! Gosh!
Oh, you remember that Winter we went to my uncle Russ’ house in Brentwood. They had poached salmon on the buffet, Chuck Heston was there, and Phyllis Diller. It was just after his movie, “Soylent Green” just started to catch a second wind as a “cult” flick. C’mon, Joz, surely you remember that!
Remember that time we were both working on that merchant marines ship The Giggleschidt? We were being punished for throwing bologna slices at that one boatswain, Darcy Carmichael III, while making him sing “I’m A Little Teapot”, so we were scrubbing the poop deck using nothing but handfuls of discarded shrimp tails and our own phlegm. You went up to the bow of the ship (at great risk of being caught avoiding phlegm-polish duty), and turned to me, and said, “Teach me how to spit, Bob.” I remember it like it was yesterday…
Remember when we spent the whole night just hanging out? Well, I do. it was about a year ago and I was visiting L.A. We decided to hit all the chic chic hot spots and totally paint the town fuschia!
The lines at every freekin place was just totally outrageous, but you, with your jozzy ways (still trying to figure out how you do it) got us all the way to the front of the lines. That’s when it happened, you left your ID (it was in your other purse and you forgot to take it out when you took the cute lil number you’re using right now)
I was so mortified, actually, you were, but everything turned out ok. Cuz lo and behold, who should come out of the club, but PARIS HILTON!!! She was screaming about someone calling all the people that were on her sidekick. The bouncer had to take care of her and left us alone.
So of course, we just walked right in.
You still owe me for all those drinks you guzzeled that night.
YOU LUSH!!!
Of course, you’ll be turning the favor, right?
I still can’t believe I had to make you put your top back on after you went all “Cyote Ugly” on the bar last weekend. And the body shots you did with “Stephanie”? Even in the bad light, I could have told you HIS name was really “Stephen”.
How’s the hangover?
It’s amazing I even remember this, I mean, after all… We do go way back! OMG remember that time our families got together for that barbecue at the lake and you insisted on wearing your Gremlins costume? I swear I thought that weird little boy you were chasing was gonna crap his pants! Then remember how you fell? LOL! Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, that time you came to visit! I was living up north at the time.. We went out that Friday night and we ‘accidentally’ got separated from the rest of the group. Remember? Best decision ever! Then we hooked up with Pat and Leslie, actually I think that was the first time we met them! I loved that club they took us too… Wild night…
So did they send you a Christmas card this year?
“http://www.jozjozjoz.com/cgi-bin/mt-tb.cgi/2749 - Your ping was denied for questionable content.”
how rude!
Are you sure you want me to do this? I thought “Whatever happens at the Disneyland Hotel, stays at the Disneyland Hotel?” Well, it was when you had that summer gig at Disney dressing up as Jessica Rabbit. I was visiting Disney and saw you on your break eating fried zuchini near a snack bar. I noticed you had run out of ranch dressing, and there was my “in.” I picked up some more fried zuchs and a few cups of ranch before stopping at your table. I walked up and said, “Looks like you’re out. I have some extra if you don’t mind sharing.” And let me just add, that you DON’T mind sharing at all.
But you know, you broke my heart after that weekend. And I can’t blame Disney for not renewing your contract. I think some of the kids at the park that weekend may never be able to watch Disney cartoons again. I know I can’t.
*sigh*