Remember that time we…

As seen at Running2Ks who in turn spied it on Mindy’s and Rach’s:

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 paragraph on your blog and be surprised
(or mortified) about what people DON’T ACTUALLY remember about you.

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8 thoughts on “Remember that time we…

  1. Oh I remember that summer in Italy. We decided to enter that bodybuilding contest. Do you remember how ripped we were? So proud to not have any defined boobage. I think you even achieved a 12 pack on your tummy. Where did you display your trophy? Mine is used to hold up laundry for drying.

  2. remember that time at band camp? oh wait, that’s another story. 😉

    i remember when our moms were friends when we were kids. we’d get to play together in the sandbox while our moms drank ice tea and shot the sh*t on the patio. then the ice cream truck would come by and we’d beg our moms for money so we could get a sweet treat. they usually gave in. we were such cute kids. 🙂

  3. Hey Rowan, how could you ever forget the time we ran off with those cabana boys to Jamaica? The way you avoided customs with all that ganja was amazing. Who knew you could hide that stuff there? Only .01% people in the world can do that!

    And those cabana boys sure saved our lives!

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