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!
Sounds like fun.
Post away.
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I suppose a good story would be that time that Pigs and I went to a Deli for lunch.
Pigs was feeling a little too superior to the rambunctious kids that filled the place, so I dipped my finger in my ear and chased her around threatening to help her with her lip gloss.
Everything was fine until, in her desperation to avoid the ear wax, Pigs knocked the pickle jar off the counter.
What could be better than 12 shrieking children and 7 huge pickles looking like beached whales on the floor? Pehaps only shoes that would never smell the same.
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