Invent a memory of me and post it in the comments. It can be anything you want, so long as it’s something that’s never happened. Then, of course, post this to your journal and see what an interesting life you might have had in a parallel universe.
Don’t be dumb like me and end up posting REAL memory in response to this meme.
There was the time with the feather duster and the alcohol…and the bunny rabbit only you saw. Or maybe you were the bunny rabbit… 
Like, that one time in band camp….?
Remember the time with the candle wax, the jello and the spoon? I thought you’d never get clean
I don’t remember the feather duster part..
There was the time you saved the orphans and puppies from the burning house while juggling nuns. That was sorta neat.
when we tried to take over the world with a keg of beer and some source code?
you forgot the hershey’s syrup.
heh.. the nuns were lighter than they looked. 
The fact they knew how to fly helped?
i remember this one time…you were like 12, i think. You had just taken over a small island off the coast of france…(i know, you were quite the child prodigy, but the french dont really fight back, so it wasnt TOO difficult for you to do)…anyway, being as you were only a kid, you set up this theme park in your honour…you let me come play there for free and that was super fun…
what happened to that theme park, anyway?
they yanked my insurance when they made those new laws to prevent under-18-year-olds from opening theme parks.
stupid UN resolutions. they were just jealous of my He-3 fusion power plant.
I remember this one time, that you, me, renny, and that one duck with three legs were tapping a keg, and the duck said “Rectum? Damn near killed em!” and we all nearly pissed our pants, but didn’t and went out to get the duck a hooker instead. That was good times.
*sigh*
You know, there was this one time we were partying in Philly having a wild time in this hotel room, passing around Boone’s Farm and God knows what else, and some jackass put ketamine in the Boone’s Farm and we were all tripping without realizing it. And there were two chicks getting it on and all kinds of crazy shit, and then I passed out.
Oh shit, that was real.
We’ll always have Paris!
And the splintery broomstick. I’m STILL not sure how she walked after that.
Maybe it was the rubber chicken. You don’t think she was hiding the chicken, do you?
That bitch.
The fourth time you asked me to marry you. You never seemed to get the clue; I still have all four stupid rings
So this is my friend… Fuck! Tapika..
heh
dose that count…
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