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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 people would like to remember of you, only the universe failed to cooperate in making it happen so they had to make it up instead.
you know what i remember most about going to college with you meg is when you hooked up Steve Luckas, aka Grizz, in the port=a=potty outside of schuldes during homecoming. I remember because when I came out after Metallica played their 3rd set at the dance. . .you two had knocked the potty over, and sewage was everywhere. That was great.
you know, I still can't figure out which was worse - the smell of raw sewage or the smell of Grizz...
we used to have what we called "anti-steve" devices. . . .two very powerful spray cans, plus a gigantic candle. As soon as he left the house(s), we'd use about a 1/3 of the can to get rid of his odor.
we had the same rutine when Danimal would stop by the house.
So did we with that kid. . .how do 2 people, so different, manage to have such unique body odors?
Hey, remember that time we got really really drunk right before a high school dance and then hooked up with those hot UCD students afterward? That was fun...even if the frat house was smelly.
Why is it all the memories people have of me involve smell? But yeah, holy crap were those boys hot...I think they totally loved the fact we were jail bait.

Yay for statutory rape!
Remember that one time back in high school when we "borrowed" the biology teacher's van and hit the highway? We drove north to Canada, intent on joining the RCMP, but my pathological fear of horses, coupled with your pathological fear of red uniforms, made that plan somewhat untenable. Instead we took jobs in a piano factory, where we worked happily until we were fired for leaving off the black keys on a whole batch of baby grands. Having lost our only source of income, we were politely kicked out of our luxurious apartment in Downtown Canada, and we returned to Davis with nothing to show for our adventuring but a gallon of maple syrup and a duffel bag stuffed with black piano keys. Good times, man.
I still have half of those black keys. I remember how when I left Davis you told me to take my fair share. They've travled with me everywhere and they always make me think of you and that time in Canada *happy sigh*
I remember one nite Meg visitng me at the hotel I was working at. I had just had the guests from hell check in right before she had arrived. Needless to say, I was a bit grumpy. Well, as revenge for every bad guest I had ever had, Meg and I proceeded to go to vacant rooms next to rooms occupied by guests and bang the headboards against the walls while doing our interpretation of the "When Harry met Sally" diner scene. It was very hard to keep a straight face ( for me pun intended) while doing it. My coworkers said one room actually gave us applause and called the front desk to congratulate us for "getting there"
My favorite part of that night was me shouting out "who's yer daddy!??!" and you shouting out "YOU ARE MR. PRESIDENT!"

yeah, that confused a couple of people
What was more confusing was why the midget wearing ciking horns standing on the block of ice grinnning and holding a bag of soapy frogs was there was well
you forgot to mention the stratigically placed kiwis and banana
Still amazed how that orgasim turned into a chorus of "Oklahoma"
still amazed that the people next door joined the sing along....