Remember when…
- Posted by Beth on December 10th, 2005 filed in Funny, General, I hate memes & quizzes
…we had that special memory? Via my “old friend from kindergarten,” Sgt Hook:
Remember the time we…
Please post a comment with a completely fictional memory of you and me. It can be anything you want– good or bad, silly or stupid, believable or not – but it has to be fake. (Don’t worry - I’m highly inoffendable!)
When you’re finished, post this paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people don’t actually remember about you.
Knock yourselves out! (And you know I’m not easy to offend!)
Random Yak says:
Remember when you asked me to come over here and add the first comment on this post, because you said you thoguht a hairy, stupid, conservative animal would be a really excellent way to start the comments off on the right hoof?
I remember that.
I also remember you smashing a yellow whipped-cream pie in Howard Dean’s face while screaming “THE IDEA THAT YOU’RE GOING TO AVOID THIS PIE IS JUST PLAIN WRONG.” - thereby ensuring yourself a win in the “Best Ironic Action by a Conservative Blogger” category in the 2006 weblog awards.
I remember that, too.
Sgt Hook says:
When we ran into each other at the local pub, both home from college for Christmas. We laughed about our kindergarten days over the blaring juke box playing Boy George. You had a great smile. I had to leave in the morning, the drive to Syracuse a long one. It was snowing.
MCPO Airdale says:
Remember when we borrowed the VW bus and drove around the coast of Spain to Marbella? We had very little money but, boy did we have a great time!
We tried 4 hotels before we could find a room, ate paella, drank wine, layed on the beach and danced until the sun came up. What a great 4 days.
Of course, the trip back to Cadiz was just as fun. The stops at the little resturants along the coast, your first taste of octopus and many, mini-bottles of Estrella beer.
I’ll never forget the last leg, after the throttle cable broke. Me in the back, pulling on a clothes hanger attached to the throttle and you yelling, “Shift” when you wanted me to let off the gas. What a hoot!
Vinnie says:
Remember when we stole OUR MOTHER’S car? But we only got it a block away, because you were 13 and I was 12?
Boy was she mad!
Then there was the time I goaded you to break into OUR MOTHER’S booze stash. Damn, did we get shi’itefaced or what?
Of course, we were grounded for, like, a day. Cuz good ‘ol mom had a such a laugh when she found you in the bathroom passed out. What really softened her heart was that she found me walking up and down the street, carrying a sign saying Nuke Iran Now! in my underwear.
Ah…good times, good times
Smokey says:
Remember the time we ate every slice of bologna at the PX, I can’t really recall, but weren’t we sick for like a month?
Note to self, never eat that much bologna again!
Captoe says:
I DO remember that time! You were such a stunning figure there in the upholstery shop that I should never forget our first meeting were it our last. I am thankfull that it was not to be our last. I must admit and I do without remorse that I had a terrible fascination with you. You were wise to keep your distance from an old man such as myself indeed! My, but you were a terrible flirt all the same. Such a kindness to bestow upon an old fool as myself.
I had come in to your mistresses upholstery shop to have my little drawing made into a flag of proper proportion.
My poor drawing was of of the eight colonies with the word “Join!” below. You pointed out how my hand at drawings had already made the colonies to look as a snake would. Your rendering of the colonies united as a snake underfoot was very clever indeed. Most people today are of the mistaken notion the adding “or Die” to the slogan was a witticism of my own invention and I do hate to disappoint them now with the news that it was your slogan in the whole.
“Don’t tread on me!” They said it in defiance of the crown and they said it on the fields of battle, yet I am the one who remembers that you said it first of our little embroidered flag project.
It was on a very long and most unsatisfying shared carriage ride home from the Continental Congress when I first proposed that your services be engaged by the Congress in the creation of a more fitting flag for a new nation. To this day I am well pleased with the result even though you remain resolute in your refusals to accompany myself to France where my country calls me to its diplomatic services.
Much like the snake in the flag I am often assumed to be the true and honest originating author of the phrase “certain unalienable rights” I trust you would conclude, as I have, that T.J. in his relative youth would not have conceded to quoting the ’seamstress’ in such a context as his Declaration but the proper wording hath found its way to King George and that is all that History shall remember.
I still fold bits of paper and give them a snip to show the little children how you made the five pointed star that became the symbol of each state in the union. They never believe I was there, but they do enjoy the stars.
Affectionately Yours Always,
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