Meme from coeli!
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.
Man, I remember when Jeff and I were down in Reno.
ReplyDeleteHe shot a man just to watch him die.
Still, he makes a great martini.
I still remember the summer I first met Jeff, we were both working the range up near Brokeback mountain. He was a whisper thin lad with soulful eyes and a rakish smile.
ReplyDeletegood times, good times.
I recall, the underground out of Dulce came under attack by dero and some kind of fungus man.
ReplyDeleteI killed my ass off that day, and Jeff got the girl.
You never thought I'd let you forget that, did you?
Before you joined the project, I had already spent months in the genetics lab, trying to create a saber-toothed wallaby. I admit, your insights were valuable. But when you published our results under your name only...
ReplyDeleteI admit, I shouldn't have "accidentally" locked you in with Hoppy. But at least you got some cool scars to show off!
I remember the time Jeff and I were called upon by the British Secret Intelligence Service quite unexpectedly. We were both on extended sabaticals. Jeff was in Maui with his family for the annual Daddy-Daughter Skydiving competition and I was in Aruba with mine scuba diving in between recording sessions.
ReplyDeleteUpon receiving Moneypenny's urgent summons, we reported for duty. Our assignment- infiltrate the infamous Blue Lazer organization and destroy the plans for a secret operation known only as "Operation Ocean Blow."
The details of our mission are classified but needless to say, we were successful. The world was once again safe for beach volleyball.
Buy all our playsets and toys...
The first time I ever saw Jeff was when he took the bag off my head and unlocked my handcuffs. Obviously concerned, but showing the first signs of relief, he pulled me in close and whispered in my ear, "We've rescued you. You don't have to worry about them anymore." His uniform had copious amounts of blood on it, I could barely read the nametag with Rients on it. But somehow I knew the blood wasn't mine or his-- it was theirs.
ReplyDeleteI wanted to tell him how grateful I was, but my body was in shock and I was unable to talk. Hell, I was barely able to breath. Before I could regain my bearings, he was ordered away by his commanding officer for a debriefing, and I never saw him again.
It was the day when Jeff first opened that little black box that I first realised how loose is his grip on reality. I mean to say, I knew rpg's, and I was a fan of SF too. But the gleam in Jeff's eyes as he read out the despairing message from the Free Trader Beowuf, not to mention what he did to Lisa's Scout... Well, let's just say that was the last day I ever let Jeff GM for me. He left the group a couple of months later. No hard feelings mind you.
ReplyDelete"Roll dice and kick ass!"
Snapshots from JMcL63's lands of adventure
I remember the time Jeff and I opened a REAL portal to the far realms. We had really good tenacle soup that night.
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