Saw this over at Erika’s, where I had quite the good time making up a story about the two of us. Here’s the deal:
Assignment from your English teacher:
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) 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 on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you!
Post away – and be creative!
This reminds me of that time back in jr high, when we had to write essays. Do you remember that fake essay we wrote together? Got an A! I miss you a lot.
Remember that one time when we picked up those guys who were driving next to us on the freeway, and we all ended up partying and smoking weed all night at your aunt’s house? And then she came home and was so pissed off at us? And the way her mole kept wiggling around on her chin as she bitched us out was SO HYSTERICAL while we were sitting there baked, we just couldn’t stop laughing and then I peed? Ahhh, good times.
OMG Amy…I remember the time that we skipped school and went to the beach all day. We came home, trying to be cool, and not show that we’d skipped school, but Mrs. Gillis had called my mom, and we got busted. I remember being so pissed that you only got grounded for a week, and I got grounded for a month!
Remember that skank we hated from P.E.? She totally only went out with Barry because he was MY ex boyfriend. Fucking whore. We sure did get her back though. Do you remember how she bragged to us that her parents were going out of town, so we made flyers for a party at her house and put them in EVERY locker in senior hall? It was so funny when we drove through her neighborhood that Saturday night and there were 300 people outside of her house! Then I blackmailed you with those pictures of you and that vodka we took from my parents bar, so that you could never tell what we did! And Barry dumped that skank ass ho’ cause he realized I was his shorty after all. Fo’ shizzle.
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You probably don’t remember this, but I babysat you once. You were a mega-brat and I was pissed because your parents only paid me 75-cents an hour!
Oh yeah! Remember that day you came to my house to go swimming and all those hot guys that worked at Pizza Hut with us came over? You decided to show off your back flip off the diving board and lost your bikini top and bottoms. LOL!