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[sythyry]

Gacked from dachwuff .  And it should be easier for me, I'm fictional anyways.

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now,(even if we don't speak often or ever) 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 in your LJ and see what your friends come up with.  Or, not.

Comments

[dachwuff.livejournal.com]

*talking to some one else*
Hey is that.. That IS! Man that's Sythyry, c'mon you gotta meet this guy he's crazy fun. Like this one time it was me him and this jamacian priest. We were all drinking whiskey in the park one day when the jamacian stands up and announces "FLorida!" So we both look at eachother and with a triumphant cry into the dark we reply "FLORIDA!" All drawn out and extra loud echoing off of the curvy slides and tire swings. So next thing I know we are buying more whisky and driving down to florida in a convertable. But then we start to notice that stuffs getting cold and we are like "What the hell Jamacian?" We called him that because his real name was just too weird and he liked it and called us american fools anyway. So then we swings his half full bottle of whiskey in the air and screams, "Florida-O!" And we blink just as these red lights flash on us. Anyway these lights get our attention you know look back, it's the cops. And i'll be damned if Sythyry didn't grab every bottle of liquor in that car, rip off his own shirt and start making Maltov's. Three of those later and the cop is in flames on the side of the road safely out of his car. but he don't stop he keeps tossing them behind us leaving flaming balls of laughter in the empty desert asphalt. Well long story short, we ended up in oregon, avoided getting shot, the jamacian is now runing a cafe, and trust me You GOTTA meet this guy.