The Story Meme

[graafen]

Stolerized from cherie_hybrid and jennavixen

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often or ever) 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 in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.

MAKE MEME-SHIP GO NOW!

Comments

[baphnedia.livejournal.com]

Well, there was that one time, you remember, with us and that stripper? You were all suited up and I was streaking. If the police came, you were going to be my clothes (at least enough to not go to jail...)

[blondefoxy.livejournal.com]

OH YEAH, I REMEMBER THAT BLOODY RAMPAGE WE WENT ON WHEN WE VISTIED TURKEY. THAT FUCKING COUNTRY HAD NO IDEA WHAT HIT IT. YOU LOOKED OH SO SEXY IN THE LIGHT ON THE FULL MOON WITH THE BLOOD SMEARED ALL OVER YOUR FACE. WERE WOLVES IN TURKEY BITCH LOL.

[graafen]

That was so hawt, but those Turks deserved it! I couldn't find a single turkey there. :O

[nicodemusrat.livejournal.com]

Remember when you were out here for FC and you ran out of tobacco? I mean, sure, I figured I'd help ya out and we'd see if we could find a local shop. Loose is hard enough to find at 9pm on a Saturday night but then you were looking for that specific brand... Still, if we hadn't kept driving around, we never would've gone down that San Jose side street and found the huge, discarded, papier-mache cantaloupe. I still think it was left over from some obscure asian celebration -- you know, "week of the crimson earth fruits" of something. But it was fun dragging it back to the hotel lobby, just to see what drunk furs would think of it. You've got some muscle, too, dude; if I ever need someone to help me lift a huge cantaloupe again, I know which wolf to call!

[graafen]

Oh man, that night was totally awesome. The one thing that still baffles me is where the hell I got that traffic cone. o_o

[avagdu.livejournal.com]

Remember that time where you were holding a baby and got tasered? I arrived on the scene and gave you my hand "Come with me if you want to live!" Then we rolled while I told you about the future war with sentient machines. I had acquired a good amount of kit so we went to the national forest and camped out. We shot guns and prepared for the zombie apocalypse. *Sha-schink* Lock 'n load!

[darkfang.livejournal.com]

I shall never forget the moonlit night we chased and fed upon the gaggle of chavs we found along Dewsbury Rd. Especially memorable was the moment you ramed that Goldie Lookin' Chain CD up the little prat's arse. I still chuckle to myself remembering how he waddled away screaming as his arse bled, only to get hit by a speeding lori. Although the last one gave a sporting chase, all things come to an end, and scattering his entrails around the Denby Dale round-about was most pleasing. Now i'll leave out the bit on the wacky backy behind Morrison's, but watching you skip rope with a length of intestine was much amusing. Hope this Halloween measures up!

[accordion-hero.livejournal.com]

Remember that time when I bought that new snowblower and you were like "but how do we test it out, there isn't any snow" so we used a ham sandwich to lure in that homeless guy...

yeah you still owe me a new shirt

[tr-wolf.livejournal.com]

I remember when you and I both starred in 42nd Street on Broadway, but after the final performance you said you didn't want to perform on stage again, and we spent the rest of the night eating ice cream at that 24 hour ice cream parlour near your hotel.

[rma-reborn.livejournal.com]

I remember, and will indeed always remember, our little foray into the sport of hunting door-to-door politicians. Quite the day, the memory of cornering that Liberal Democrat behind Tesco and leaving him tarred and "feathered" with the leaflets we stole from the Tories. Such a good time~ And a great round of drinks afterwards. Classical stuff.

[mustan.livejournal.com]

There was that time I died...

[darac.livejournal.com]

Hmm. The problem is, I don't think we've spent that much time together, except at meets.

Oh, Except there was that wet Tuesday back in... 1964 to 65, wasn't it? We declared war on.... was it Iraq or Iran? I get those two mixed up... Oh, yeah, Peterborough, that was it. So there was me with half a dozen battalions of mobile infantry bedded down north of Percival Street and then you came up with a baguette, some brie, oh and that delightful pickle. Geeze! I didn't know you could get pickles like that in Peterborough. I mean it was so damn fruity, just a little bit of bite to it and then a little onion'd go off in your mouth. Then I said something witty and pulled a bottle of chilled Shiraz out of the pannier. Oh, the look on your face was priceless, man.

But yeah, that's my favourite memory of that pickle.

[orona-red.livejournal.com]

I distinctly remember, sir, the time you impugned my honour and I challenged you to a duel - pistols at dawn, I recall. It was a crisp dawn morning when we took to the field of honour, breath frosting in our mouths, seconds standing at the ready as we took those ten last, vital steps.

It was incredible how we both got out of it unscathed.