Okay, this one has potential.

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Ganked from vanmojo, the first "LJ tagmeme" thing I've seen in ages that looks fun:

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.

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I remember the time we spent an evening in a drain pipe just south of Tiajuana after the Federales stole our wallets and shoes. Good thing you had that cheap tequila with you. And the Mayor's daughter's dress made for cozy foot swaddling. I seem to remember getting a ride back over the border in the back of a stoner's VW, stashed under oily rags so we could sneak through. oh god! remember the dried vomit on the floorboards that we had to smell all the way back to Anaheim?

shame about that mayor's daughter, tho.

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That wasn't cheap tequila, man. That was expensive peppermint schnapps.

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ah, that's the magic of Tiajuana - it turns EVERYTHING into cheap tequila.

what was that mayor's daughter's name?

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Gustavo.

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THAT explains the razor rash I had on my belly.

I thought she was just..., well,... swarthy, like the eastern european girls of my youth.

ya gotta admit, she had great legs for a fella.