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If you remember it, it never happened.

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 LJ and see what your friends come up with.

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leadsporkofdoom
Oct. 14th, 2008 02:04 pm (UTC)
Oh man, do you remember the time we did the father-daughter bonding thing by hot-wiring a couple of rice rockets and joyriding around Concord and Walnut Creek at 3am? I still can't believe you popped that bike into a wheelie going up Ygancio Valley hill. Totally sucked that the coffee shops were closed at that time, would have loved me some caffeine. Oh well, drag racing cars and going 80 down Treat had to do.
deckardcanine
Oct. 14th, 2008 02:38 pm (UTC)
Thanks for teaching me ice fishing. I'd never have guessed that asparagus dipped in pineapple juice made such good bait. And I'm glad you were there to rescue me from that scaly aqua-mammoth-thingy with the mouth that opened sideways I caught. You looked so dashing swinging the carpet sweeper at it.
leadsporkofdoom
Oct. 14th, 2008 03:48 pm (UTC)
Carpet sweeper?! I heard it was a pogo stick!

LIES.
deckardcanine
Oct. 14th, 2008 04:22 pm (UTC)
He used both alternately.
sleepyjohn00
Oct. 14th, 2008 04:49 pm (UTC)
One for up and down, one for left and right. It's necessary to think three-dimensionally when dealing with aqua-mammoths.
brthnbabies
Oct. 14th, 2008 07:43 pm (UTC)
I have fond memories of the sheep sheering...Watching you hold those poor innocents between your legs while hacking at their wool...a joy to behold. Not to mention, your lovely wife drooling over the fleeces (is fleeces the plural of fleece?) anyway... the warm spring air ripe with lannolin...ahhhhh
seumas_13
Oct. 16th, 2008 05:27 am (UTC)
re: Sheep Shearing, cowboy-style.
Yeah, that was one I activity I shouldn't have let John talk me into trying. I was broken out for weeks...

Thank the Gods I was wearing the Chaps, at least.
carlfoxmarten
Oct. 17th, 2008 12:48 am (UTC)
I think I remember the wild banana hunt the best.

We left the camp just before sundown to find a quiet place at the edge of a clearing and waited for the wild bananas to come down to dance in the moonlight.

That's one sight I won't forget for a long time...
seumas_13
Oct. 17th, 2008 01:25 am (UTC)
It was a Beautiful day in South Lake Tahoe.
The overnight frost had burned off that morning making mid-day as perfect as it could be.

After the Conference of Elders, Greg emerged from the back of the Pavillion and announced that, due to a successful write-in campaign, you had won the election for Chief.

The shock on Tim's face (and I'm sure my own) was only topped by the shock on your face.

Interestingly, no-one else in camp seemed surprised!

It was a beautiful day indeed.
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