Yoinked from Lordaristar:
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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Next time, please call before showing up at the apartment with a suitcase filled with blood-splattered money. It was a bit of a surprise.
When she showed up at my door and asked, "Jon, my dear friend, the sensei is in trouble. Ever since Ralph Macchio came in and kicked our ass in the tournement, the sensei has had to resort to borrowing from the Yakuza to keep the Cobra Kai dojo open."
"Crap," I said as I always do when the sensei dishonrs the dojo, "all I have is this suitcase filled with blood spattered money."
"Anything is better than what we have now, which is 2 ninja stars, $14, and a box of Riuniti," Viv said.
"Take it to Keidra, then. She'll know what to do. And if you see that punk, Macchio on the street..."
"Yes?"
"Sweep the leg..."
Do you remember that time...you know, that one time when we, well when we...*ahem*...got a little drunk and there were those two guys--don't remember their names and then I think there were two more guys, but maybe I was just seeing double. Anyway, what hotel was that? What city were we in? Did you ever get your underwear back?
I just want to be clear:
The next time we have to face down a transdimensional being with a bad haircut and PMS, there is only one thing I want you to remember.
If someone asks you if you are a god, you say "YES!"
Do you remember that time we planned to unleash a hord of robotic locus on our friends? It's too bad that didn't worked out very well.
I think I've still got a few dozen of the buggers in my storage locker if you need stocking stuffers this year. ^_^
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