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03 December 2005
It's Totally Random
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.
HT: Polly ¶ 01:20 |
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.
HT: Polly ¶ 01:20 |
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This is easy.
There is no doubt that the single greatest event in our lives occurred in 1965.
While you were ingesting an enormous amount of pan pizza (the likes of which our waitress had never seen before), a certain quartet with the names John, Paul, George, and "Ringo" sat down in the booth next to us. Not being able to control yourself, you clumsily crashed into our waitress carrying another 15 lbs of steaming hot pizza, as you rushed to greet the four Brits. Horrified, I watched helplessly as pizza flew up in the air like flaming discs, and steaming hot cheese and sausage rained down on poor Paul and Ringo.
Naturally, I apologized endlessly for you to those famous lads, but the damage had already been done. Ringo and Paul suffered 9th degree burns to their hands. Not wanting to see them cancel their concert that night, I had to think quickly, so I offered to play the sticks for Ringo and volunteered you to handle the bass for Paul (this fiasco was the spark for the dreaded "Paul is dead" rumor). Hey, what could they say, being the astute businessmen they were?
That night's concert was incredible. Being on stage with Harrison and Lennon was great, but the crowd was overwhelming. Afterwards, after hearing chants of "Ringo who?" and "dump Paul", I realized we had done those ailing boys in the local hospital a disservice. Although John and George wanted to dump those two and have us join the band immediately, I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. So we told them no, a decision I think you later regretted, seeing as how your life has turned out.
But you still have your memories, and I mine. Cheers.
There is no doubt that the single greatest event in our lives occurred in 1965.
While you were ingesting an enormous amount of pan pizza (the likes of which our waitress had never seen before), a certain quartet with the names John, Paul, George, and "Ringo" sat down in the booth next to us. Not being able to control yourself, you clumsily crashed into our waitress carrying another 15 lbs of steaming hot pizza, as you rushed to greet the four Brits. Horrified, I watched helplessly as pizza flew up in the air like flaming discs, and steaming hot cheese and sausage rained down on poor Paul and Ringo.
Naturally, I apologized endlessly for you to those famous lads, but the damage had already been done. Ringo and Paul suffered 9th degree burns to their hands. Not wanting to see them cancel their concert that night, I had to think quickly, so I offered to play the sticks for Ringo and volunteered you to handle the bass for Paul (this fiasco was the spark for the dreaded "Paul is dead" rumor). Hey, what could they say, being the astute businessmen they were?
That night's concert was incredible. Being on stage with Harrison and Lennon was great, but the crowd was overwhelming. Afterwards, after hearing chants of "Ringo who?" and "dump Paul", I realized we had done those ailing boys in the local hospital a disservice. Although John and George wanted to dump those two and have us join the band immediately, I knew it wasn't the right thing to do. So we told them no, a decision I think you later regretted, seeing as how your life has turned out.
But you still have your memories, and I mine. Cheers.
Do you remember the day that we met? I think I was about five. The tornado sirens were going off. I was hiding under a picnic table and you were chasing blowing trash across the park.
Wow, what a vivid memory that is!
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Wow, what a vivid memory that is!
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