Saturday, July 08, 2006
The Big Fish Tale Game
If you are reading this post, 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.

I'm anxious to read your stories and if you are going to do this experiment on your blog, let me know so I can come visit! Come on now, don't be shy - have some fun and give me your best Big Fish Tale.

(I found this over at Tit's List, stop by and say hi!)
Stumble It! .......posted by Margaret @ 6:12 PM  
  • At 1:38 AM, Blogger jayne d'Arcy said…

    I'm sure you'll remember this; the night before our big prom? It wasn't enough for us that we'd scored dates with the quarterback Denny Hocks (you) and the star basketball player Johnny Sioux (me), we just had to go and do something to make us look like we deserved those two fine guys... We had to go and get our hair colored. Of course, we couldn't afford the salon, but walmart was just down the street and we'd already had half of your dad's good brandy.

    Do you still have the photos your mom took of us before we left the house? I had no idea my blonde hair could turn such an odd, pepto-bismal shade of pink. And OMG, your hair went so red it looked like it was on fire.

    But hey, we survived by laughing with everyone. That so impressed Denny and Johnny, that you were with Denny almost til you finished your first year of college. And well, we know what happened with me, I married Johnny.

  • At 8:33 AM, Blogger Rafael said…

    Remember that time, when we were on our honeymoon, and you took off your shirt and I saw those deformed nipples, then puked, then ran out, then got you plastic surgery to remove them, then got over it with therapy and lots of booze but then I came home one day and found you on the couch kissing that other guy and we ended up getting divorced anyway? yeah, those were some crazy times.

  • At 6:59 PM, Anonymous Anna said…

    Remember when we were in our freshman year in high school, you really had this mega-crush on this guy in his junior year? I dared you to ask him out, and you did, but you tripped and fell flat on your face right in front of him! He helped you up and asked you if you were ok, but tears started welling up in your eyes and ran away from him without thanking him for helping you. Gosh I could go on and on about it! Hahaha!

  • At 7:51 PM, Anonymous Anna said…

    Ive posted this on my site :D

  • At 8:04 PM, Blogger Margaret said…


    Jayne; "Thank goodness Cyndi Lauper and Punk rockers were in style around that time. And I can't believe you saved those photos!!! You have blackmail material on me now. Great story!"

    Rafael; "Oh gosh darling, I'm so sorry about that. I don't know what came over me. My new body and boost of self-esteem was the greatest thing anyone could ever give me. I can't believe I was so young and immature to do you in like that. If it's any consolation, they grew back 5 years later! Another great story!"

    Anna, "OMG!!! Wait a second, this was supposed to be a FAKE story - this actually happened. His name was Joe and we went out for a few months after that. Thanks for playing!"

  • At 11:35 PM, Blogger Tits McGee said…

    I would simply like to note that, though I'll be sure not to mention it in court, I will never forget the wild look in your eyes after I cracked those poppers under your nose and you floored the tractor, screaming incoherently about "getting even with those fuckers."

    That was the best, man.

  • At 12:26 AM, Blogger Lou said…

    Oh, Margie, Margie, Margie.

    Remember when we were in Germany last month and we partied with Kim Jong-chul at the Eric Clapton concert. You got so druck that he talked you into getting a North Korean flag tatooed across your chest. I was surprised that you did not shed a tear. Anyway, it's a shame his dad went nuts. Maybe we was trying to shoot those missles at us thinking we were corrupting his little boy. If he only knew that his little boy was the one that was corrupting us. I do not even thin its legal to discuss the things we did or saw that night.

    At least we got to see some good soccer games a few days later.

  • At 1:04 PM, Anonymous Anna said…

    Wahhhh! Awwww! Thats the thing that popped up in my mind! I swear I never met you before and dont know anything about your life!

    LOL Heh! ;-) that was cool!

  • At 8:05 PM, Blogger Lavender Dawn said…

    do you remember that time in kindergarden and I spilled, er, dumped finger paint on your new shirt? And then instead of crying you pulled my hair, called me a witch and smeared paint all over my dress? and then we giggled and drew on each others faces and we got in sooo much trouble? Do you remember? WE were inseparable after that.

  • At 8:41 AM, Anonymous robin said…

    Do you remember the time when we made THE true definition of true friends by sitting in jail saying, "Man we screwed up...but it sure was fun!" I guess hot rod derby wasn't such a hot game to play on the interstate during rush hour.

  • At 5:45 AM, Anonymous Anonymous said…

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