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A little bit of fun taken from dustbath

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.

Ready? Go!

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brad
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:20 pm (UTC)
Why invent memories when there are so many good real ones to choose from? Like that time you got so drunk in Belltown and ended up hitting on that stripper and finished the night doing lines off her vagina!
carrieann
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:35 pm (UTC)
Patr0ck is hardcore.
Well now how do you expect the rest of us to follow up a memory like that? I mean, when vaginas [coked-up ones, no less] are involved, there's just no comparison.


Also, LJ spell-check doesn't recognize the plural of vagina and suggests I exchange it for "vegans". Crazy veg-heads.
patrick
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:55 pm (UTC)
Re: Patr0ck is hardcore.
Ah, don't give up. It's easy to come up with some sort of coked up memory about me. Everyone has done it.

I'm just pushing everyone to be creative here. :)
patrick
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:52 pm (UTC)
That was one of the best nights evAr!
Yea, the real memories are pretty good. :P
jlb
Apr. 26th, 2004 12:56 pm (UTC)
I remember how you never got me drunk and touched me where my bathing suit covers.

:(
patrick
Apr. 26th, 2004 01:01 pm (UTC)
I'm just shy. I need the drunk to do that as well.
marzipan_pig
Apr. 26th, 2004 01:24 pm (UTC)
the time we went out and you let me dress you in a little school girl uniform and experment with, shall we say, items from your then job and then we ran into at0m, who was wearing the same outfit! bitch. a girl doesn't recover from that so easily.

you were a good sport about it though, which I admired.
patrick
Apr. 26th, 2004 02:59 pm (UTC)
I couldn't believe that he was wearing the same outfit! How dare he!

I keep on thinking back about the good times that came from working at that store. I miss those days sometimes.
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patrick
Apr. 26th, 2004 04:45 pm (UTC)
Re: Out of all our many nights...
Ah yes, that was easily one of the best nights of my life and it wouldn't have been the same without you and that girl with the colored hair. God, what was her name?

After the police let us out of jail, I got her email address and the last time I heard, she went to LA to break in the entertainment industry. I have no idea if she ever actually got any work but maybe we can find her on imdb if she did.
jardy
Apr. 27th, 2004 04:05 am (UTC)
Stealing Lovers...you PIG!!
Oh yes i have quite a memory of Patrick! It's been a haunting image laced in my pain-ridden brain. Oh THE WRETCHED TORMENT of his wicked ways.
this is what happened
patrick dated ricci
ricci went to pre-school with kirsten
kirsten had a dog named sniffer who bit my ball sack..weird story not important
bur kirsten was introduced to me at patricks party and we hit it off
needless to say two weeks later we got married.
thats right and who was my best man? you guessed it...
Mr. Make up Stories about me Fuckin McFadden, PATRICK
How could you do that to me man? Oh the CURSEd' SCEnE@##!%
then on our honeymoon,
when i got in bed to join my beautiful wife, i got dizzy and fainted,
only to wake up in a Mexican hospital where I was informed that my wife and PAtrick had put ruffies in my champagne and ran away to Bothell with my taco bell stock and my 93' Geo and left me in Mexico,
with a condom,
a toothbrush
and a headache.
patrick
Apr. 30th, 2004 01:00 pm (UTC)
Re: Stealing Lovers...you PIG!!
haha! all the best people get left in mexico on their honeymoons.
mobley
Apr. 27th, 2004 11:10 pm (UTC)
remember the time when we were at the party in the udistrict
standing in the corner, flexing with our gold dookie ropes,
when some kid in a white hat came up to us
and started making fun of our ropes and big gold pinky rings?
my favorite part was when you showed him the forty of st. ides you were drinking
in your left hand
then planted your right fist, ring first
into his temple.
you really didn't have to smash him over the head
with your forty though,
then yell out to the room
"any other motherfuckers wanna make fun of my gold?"
that was just a little excessive.
to think he was trying to say
your gold was fake.
sheesh.
i learned one thing from that night though,
to never diss a g's jewlery.
patrick
Apr. 30th, 2004 12:58 pm (UTC)
You can't go soft when a motherfucker is trying to front.
You set the bar high and run with it.
I don't think there was any other way out but to
smash the 40 on that sucker's head.
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