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Bruce, Caroline


I stole this one from the lovely kittytech, who stole it from the previous incarnation of her blog, on which she had stolen it from someone else. So call this living on stolen time.

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. 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.


Dude! Dude! Dude! Oh, I have this great memory of, oh hahahahahaha, this is great! Anyhow, I remember you called me up at, it must have been 2:30 in the morning and you were desperate as all hell! You wanted to meet me down at the nearby grocery store and we were to wait for the Coca-Cola truck to come by and we were going to go in and take as many cases of Coke as we could without being seen because you, Mister Man, were going through major Coca-Cola withdrawals and you just couldn't stand it because it was the end of the month and you and I were both stone cold broke! Wasn't that great? I forget whether we actually scored the Cokes or not and how we actually may have gotten away with it, but wasn't it great?
You know, I do remember that night. IT ended in disaster. Some scoundrel had broken into the Coke truck and replaced all the Coke in it with that other ... stuff. And the driver told us we could have a free shipment of coke if we tracked down the offender, remember? Now, who'd that offender turn out to be again?