Memelet

[valis2]

Stolen outright from scatteredlogic...

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 AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE.

Comments

[mortifyd.livejournal.com]

OMG that one time when we were stalking Alan - and stopped at that ice cream shop for a break and he came in and bought us ice cream, then took us back to his hotel room? HAHAHA! Talk about up close and personal with Teh Pudge... GOOD TIMES!!! ♥

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*loves madly*

So glad you didn't reveal what we did with the ice cream...

[mortifyd.livejournal.com]

Can't tell *all* the sekrits... :P

[scatteredlogic.livejournal.com]

I'll never forget the night we spent in that cemetery just outside of Chilpancingo. You'd heard that there was a map buried in a grave marked Estevan Del Canto, a map that led to gold mine high in the Sierra Madres. There was only a quarter moon and we could barely see, but we dug as if our lives depended on it. I suppose they did, in a way. We were only steps ahead of the Federales, after all, and they wanted to talk to us about that, ahem, altercation at the local cantina. Finally, covered in dirt and sweat, we struck a small box, but it was empty. Somebody had beaten us to it.

I left the next day to return home, but you stayed, determined to find that map and the gold. You always were persistent. ;)

[valis2.livejournal.com]

hahahah!

We're all Bogarty and stuff.

Sure beats jellyworms and earthfish. ;)

[scatteredlogic.livejournal.com]

~snerk~ I'd just seen a bit of Treasure of the Sierra Madre on television. I couldn't resist. LOL

[morricone1900.livejournal.com]

I remember that time we were at the Imogen Heap concert and and someone broke into your car and put a curse on that one decorated box you had made! Ever since then, it was called "the cursed box" and the curse was only lifted when I got an anonymous shaman to shake a plastic chicken foot at it and it finally sold!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

hahahah!!

And let me tell you, was I happy when that curse walked out of my life! w00t! The celebration lasted for days.

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

I remember when we went to see Pride and Prejudice. I couldn't believe how smoothly everything went. It was awesome to finally meet you!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*laughs* You win. *throws up hands in general frustrated incompetence*

[ms-hecubus.livejournal.com]

It took two to bungle it up. :)

[blackletter]

Remember back when we toured Europe together? And we ran into Patrick Steward outside that little London wineshop, only to discover that he was really a secret MI-5 agent and needed our help to smuggle a microchip to Germany? And we took the train under the chunnel to Brussels without a hitch, went through Netherlands towards northwestern Germany, but then, at the German border, we were stopped by customs officers who thought that we were smuggling pot and confiscated all our luggage, including the bag that held the microchip?

Good times, eh.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I remember having to resort to our sekrit laser weapons to get that microchip back. Good times indeed!

Next time remind me to keep it set to stun, though.

*giggles*

[sailorcrackhead.livejournal.com]

Well, I remember we were walking around in a cemetery and it started to rain. Finding shelter under a tree, we began to discuss the people buried and imagined all the fights the corpses must have under the ground. Someone's probably buried too close to the other (you know, those ones who have personal space issues) and then there's the one who just smells horrible. And of course, the other corpses can't get away, they're stuck in their coffins. Before we even had time to get to the possibility of family feuds, it stopped raining. We looked at one another, smiled, and continued walking on in amicable silence, wondering what little things we'd fight about with our dead neighbors when the time came.

Too odd...? Bye now!

Re: *giggles*

[valis2.livejournal.com]

heh...two people mentioned cemeteries! Amusing.

I think I'll be a nice, friendly, quiet dead person. I'll bake dead casseroles and everything.

[snapes-patronus.livejournal.com]

[laughs] Funny, but I was just thinking about the time you came over to my house and we drank just a little too much wine and thought it would be a fine idea to do a live-action re-enactment of your Floating Cats stories. I already had plenty of cats, so all we needed were heart-shaped balloons, costumes for the cats, and plenty of duct tape.

Being forced to use heart-shaped Mylar balloons with "Happy Birthday Mom" emblazoned on them sort of diminished the effect, and since we had to use twenty balloons per cat to get them off the ground I know it wasn't quite as you'd imagined it. But I just about peed my pants, watching you play the part of the dragon.

Anyway, it turned out okay. Most of the cats managed to find their respective ways home within a week. It was hard removing all that duct tape, but their fur is growing back faster than I thought. My own skin grafts are taking nicely; the doctors say I won't be permanently disfigured.

Good times, yeah...

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*howls* This is great.

Thank you for making my dream come true. I can always wear long sleeved clothing so that the tattoos don't show, after all.

Too bad your neighbor won't be speaking to you ever again.

[snapes-patronus.livejournal.com]

Hah! Neighbors are overrated, I tell you.

[agatha-s.livejournal.com]

Remember when we met in Venice, and you were a bit tipsy, so you decided it would be a good idea to steal the stone lion from the facade of a palace? "Nobody will notice it's missing," you said. When you gave it up we went to have coffee in a little café overlooking a canal, and we saw the Prince of Monaco fall out of a gondola.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

hahaha!!

Eventually I was successful, though it was only a stone toad instead.

Thank goodness you knew the local authorities, or I would still be in jail.

[todayiamadaisy]

I often think of that time we were stuck in Montevideo and ran into Susan Sarandon, who talked us into playing a round of croquet with her and P. Diddy. Wasn't that a fun afternoon? A pity Susan's grass allergies played up...

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Though that might have been a blessing, considering that horrible argument she got into with P Diddy! ha!

[effseedee]

Ah, remember that time in the wabe when we watched the slithy toves gyre and gimble? It was brillig, it really was. And then that bastard with the vorpal sword came by, hacking left and right, doing untold harm to the eco-system, so we went to get the cops only it turns out that the wabe was part of a post-apocalyptic police-state, so naturally we were arrested and had to MacGyver our way out of the cell using a belt, the insides of my watch and the prison condiments... and then once we'd made our way into the palace we discovered that Mister Vorpal Sword was in charge so we liberated the people by beating the crap out of him. Ah, that spectacular moment when you knocked the sword from his hand and said, "Not such a frabjous day now, is it?" And I was all "Callooh callay this, motherfucker!"

And then we all went out for ice-cream.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I am so chortling with frabjous joy right now.

You rock.

[bell-witch.livejournal.com]

I am laughing so hard it hurts! I am dying, here.

[vanityfair00.livejournal.com]

Remember that time we decided wouldn't it be cool to give motivational speeches? We got a group of people together, and we didn't even really notice that they were all older Italian men with large gold chains around their neck with a tendency to use phrases like "swims with the fishes", but you gave the best Seven Habits of a Highly Effective Person speech I have ever seen.

Turned out that they were all from the Mafia and the resultant crime wave drove us out of town, forcing us our separate waves. I miss seeing you all the time.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

I miss you too. These cement shoes are so uncomfortable!

[kleio-the-muse.livejournal.com]

Actually, this one's rather difficult to forget as I still have your teeth marks on my arse, but remember when our plane crashed in the Andes and after we'd molested and eaten an entire rugby team we were still feeling a bit peckish?

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Heh...I could make a terribly sick joke about how I'm still picking bits of rugby jersey out of my teeth...but I won't. Or maybe it's too late now.

[katazhena.livejournal.com]

Do you remember the names of the two men we had as "dates" at our escort service jobs the other night? I think they were named Severus and Igor, but I'm not quite sure.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Oh, I can't forget them, dahling. Especially since they gave me such a nice "gift". The gift that keeps on giving. That goodness for St. Mungo's.

(Wow, I'm really having a vulgar streak tonight...) *giggles*

[kitschicat.livejournal.com]

I remember that time we were doing the Cannonball Run together, and we used those psychic balloons to propel our Morris Miner miles ahead of everyone else. We thought our win was guaranteed, but then that crazy Dom Deluise pulled out his own dirty tricks and ended up taking the day. Oh well. Our car was cooler anyways. And we're MUCH hotter than him.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*laughs and laughs*

*hugs*

I so want psychic balloons now.

[bell-witch.livejournal.com]

ZOMG! I totally made that icon for you. We took the photo in the street outside my dad's house.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

How could I have forgotten that? *laughs*

[cats-are-snakes.livejournal.com]

I remember when we were on the flight to Tokyo and both trying to cram as much Japanese as we could. Problem was, my medication made me woozy and you had, like, four bourbon-and-cokes to "relax." By about two hours from destination, I was laying in the aisle and you kept appologizing to the businessman across from me, but you must have been saying something way crude by the look on his face.

Then I ralphed right at his feet.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

My Japanese is pretty abysmal. That poor businessman!

Watashiwa Eigoga wakarimasu!

[cats-are-snakes.livejournal.com]

Demo, Nihongoga wakarimasu, apparently.

[valis2.livejournal.com]

;) *laughs* Just that little bit, honestly.

[luvboromir24601.livejournal.com]

Don't tell me you've forgotten about when we went to Southeast Asia, dressed up like leopards, and then jumped on the windshields of passing vehicles to scare the tourists inside when they thought we were real leopards and then to see the different reactions on their faces as they realized that we were just assholes wearing leopard suits out to ruin their tour (most people thought we were annoying, a few thought we were funny, and a couple of them were really pissed off and screamed profanities at us)! That was the best time evah!

[valis2.livejournal.com]

*dies*

I still have the leopard suit! It smells like mothballs, but it's ready for a rematch.

omg, I'm still laughing. *hugs*

[catsintheattic.livejournal.com]

Due to traveling for the last week, I'm a bit late with this...

...but do you remember the night when we first met over a package of chocolate covered macadamia nuts? It was the last package they had in the whole damn shop. We dueled even (you hexed me with a hiccough hex and I answered with a giggling spell, among other things) and decided to share. So we bought the macadamias and some ice cream (white chocolate) and went home to watch 18 hours of LotR SE. Our eyes could do x-rays afterward, which can happen sometimes from too much television, but thankfully my doctor says that it wears off with a walk in the park. Which was what we just did. We had a half-decent conversation with one of those stone hamsters. I think he complained that you never took a photo of him. Still, what a wonderful way to start the day...

[valis2.livejournal.com]

Oh, that Coldstone Creamery white chocolate ice cream was delicious. I remember it so well...and the stoned hamsters, they were hilarious! Oh, wait, you said stone hamsters...*giggles*