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Whole lotta labia.

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[Nov. 9th, 2005|03:16 pm]
Whole lotta labia.
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And now, in other news, Melissa avoids work:

Comment with a fake memory of me. (I absolutely insist that your memory be of something that never actually happened.) And then post this in your own journal.

Or, alternately, don't. I'm just bored and looking for something to do that doesn't involve work so I'm going to go answer a bunch of these and hope to be 1/5th as entertaining as almaviva
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[User Picture]From: almaviva
2005-11-09 08:26 pm (UTC)
My most very favoritiest memory of you is of that time we toured Qatar on the very first tourist visas they issued way back in 1989. Of course, because we were the first, how were we to know that Doha is called the dullest place on earth, and this by people who live their lives in sand and herd sheep. Still, at least we didn't get shot. Or mugged. Or die from cholera, which what else can you ask for from a vacation? Besides, it was the only place in Qatar with hotels. Or an airport. Anyway, I'll never forget it, especially the way you gamely ate sheep eyeballs for dinner three nights in a row before asking what it was. Or the 13 year old boy you inadvertently married when you hung your stockings out to dry in the sun. The point is we were together! And it was the best vacation I ever ever had.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-11-09 08:28 pm (UTC)
dude, you *rule* at this!
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From: linaerys
2005-11-09 08:28 pm (UTC)
Do you remember that time we went to the National Zoo and kidnapped the penguins and dressed them up in little tuxedos (which was kind of redundant, upon reflection) and tried to get them to wait on us and pour us wine with a towel draped over one arm/wing? But then they just flopped around and kept on hiding in the bathtub and eventually we just smuggled them back into the zoo? Yeah, that was cool. We should do it again some time. Maybe with monkeys next time.
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[User Picture]From: mellyflori
2005-11-09 08:29 pm (UTC)
The best part of this? "which was kind of redundant, upon reflection"

I snarfed.
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[User Picture]From: insidian
2005-11-09 08:32 pm (UTC)
I know you probably don't remember much of this, and I REALLY don't want to elaborate in this public forum, but maybe a few keywords will jog your memory:

taquito =/= margarito
blueberries
latex body paint
Marlon Brando's tomb
3 for $5 chapstick

It was a weekend I know *I'll* never forget.
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[User Picture]From: kiltsandlollies
2005-11-09 08:41 pm (UTC)
Dammit, I was gonna use the latex body paint. :(

Right, different memory. You came after me with the meat cleaver after I'd eaten all the green peppers and you said OH NO YOU DIDN'T and then later there was naked cow tipping and a run to the liquor store. In the next state.
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[User Picture]From: slightlytricky
2005-11-09 08:42 pm (UTC)
There was a day a few weeks ago when I surprised you at your house with a basket of one point muffins and tickets to Morocco for bellydance lessons from that chick named Fatima? And her brother made us those fabulous costumes with the jangling coins and that pretty material that make us feel so girly and pretty? And then those guys came... Norman and Captain Jack? And took us out to dinner at this private club. Those pillows were fantastic to sit on. And I didn't feel uncomfortable at all when Norman pressed me back into them to suck on my neck. Didn't look like you were having any issues with your Captain.

Then, after love, the boys took us to Rome for shaved ice and midnight kisses.

that was a good day.
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From: starfishchick
2005-11-09 09:22 pm (UTC)
Well, there was the time we commandeered (to use the nautical term) the Big Gay Boat and sailed her to the Galapagos Islands, rode giant turtles, chased lizards, drank frozen drinks and danced on the sand. That was fun.
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From: magickalmolly
2005-11-09 09:57 pm (UTC)
Remember when we went to that moroccan restaurant, because we wanted to see the dancers perform for us during dinner, but then we found out they had all gotten sick? We were ready to leave, but the men in the audience begged us to dance instead, so we ran backstage and got ourselves dressed up as fast as we could. I still can't believe they had costumes in our sizes! My solo was a lot of fun - who knew I could still dance with a snake like that, but you really stold the show when you came out with those flaming swords. You'll have to teach me that some day. I think I came home with about $500 in my coinbelt and bra that night.
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[User Picture]From: wilfulcait
2005-11-10 02:31 am (UTC)
It's hard for me to come up with anything we HAVEN'T done that's half as entertaining as the stuff we actually did.

OK... except that time when we were in Paris, and you stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower and flashed half the City.
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[User Picture]From: dawntreader90
2005-11-10 03:40 pm (UTC)
remember that time after faire hours when we snuck on-site and went elephant tipping? oh yeah... that was SOME FUN. *g*
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[User Picture]From: mieszko
2005-11-15 03:53 am (UTC)

A very vivid Memory

My most vivid memory not necesarily the best memory of the two of us together was the time we were backpacking the Hundred Mile Wilderness in Maine. We were five days in five or six to to go and you had gotten ahead of me on the trail. Suddenly I heard a God awful noise as if the mountain had broken in half. I quickened my pace and quickly found that there had been a rock slide and you were caught in it. it took me two and a half hours to dig you out where I found both your legs one of your arms and several of your ribs were broken. So I spent most of the rest of the day building a sled to drag behind me to carry you and our two packs back to civilization. So the next morning you delirious and not making any sense I started the long trek back to civilization. It ending up being eight days of torture over horrendous terrain cliff faces and steep inclines but I finally got us back. Having run out of food on the fourth day I had to resort to eating grasshoppers and crickets which you loved, mainly cause I told you they were very small land shrimp which because of the fever you believed. Now a days you don't even remember setting out on the trip never mind breaking bones. Which is funny cause every day during your recovery you'd ask me what happened and I tell you and you'd say," No that's impossible, I was in a motorcycle accident on a Vincent Black Lightning 1952."
So I just let it go at that after about the third time.
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