I love this game. My galpal Raechel and I started playing a version of this long distance through media mail. (There's an increasingly elaborate story about a goat in Mexico, my missing toes, and being framed for crimes that keeps developing every time we send a cheapy notebook back and forth. Good times.) So I about had a happy conniption when I saw this meme.
So:
If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) 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 in your blog and see what your friends come up with.
Love!
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And then, once Jonathan and Stephen had finally left, and we'd put all the furniture back in place, and fixed the lamp and removed the last few pieces of the broken didgeridoo, we fell onto the couch, put our feet up on the coffee table, and laughed and laughed. After all, now we had all the evidence we needed for our lawsuit. Victory was ours!
I love you so much it is insane.
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