There was a bulletin going around MySpace a while back that asked you to post one of your memories of the person who posted the bulletin. You were then to repost the bulletin, asking others to post one of their memories about you. It was a fun exercise, and it gave me more than a few laughs. Here are some of the responses that I got on MySpace.
Memphis Steve - I remember, this one time on a rival blog, Tish was naked ….
Hope - I don’t know you at all, but I remember…we both get nekkid! 
Michael - I remember it like it was yesterday…We were sitting around at Value-ware pretending to work. Big Al was gone and Ralph was off somewhere drinking a Dr Pepper so he could burp real good. You looked at me and said–wanna have some fun? I figured you wanted to play some Duke Nukem 3-D but next thing I know, you’re running around the office playing Hide and Seek….I remember Ron came out of his office to make you stop but you told him to bite you…
Jeff - I remember the first night we met, and you were taking pictures of the bathroom and your brother stole a cigar off the bar when the power went out. LMAO. Thanks for being there for me Tishy.
Interestingly enough, all of those MySpacers are also Bloggers. And in fact, all of them at some point or another have participated in Half-Nekkid Thursday.
So now it’s time for the Blogger edition of Memories! Please post a comment containing one of your Tish memories, and then do a similar post on your own blog. Let me know that you’ve done it so I can comment! Thanks!
March 25th, 2006 at 1:34 am
I remember this time with Tish, we were like, working at a software company together that sold crappy shareware programs. And we had this disk duplicator that copied 3-1/2 and 5-1/4 disks, and it never worked and kept jamming up the disks all the time. And Tish had to try to keep getting them to wrok. But they kept breaking, so one day she brought some C4 explosives to work and blew them up.
Oh wait, that really happened. Well, everything but the explosives. We just wished that part…
March 25th, 2006 at 1:39 pm
i remember crying as i clung white nuckled to the passenger seat begging you “Tish give it up now!! Just pull over!!”
“Fuck the machine!! I aint going out like this” you said loudly but calmly. I had never seen a person’s eyes so white before. I think i blacked out for awhile. I remember waking up sore, the elm tree implanted into the hood, the windshield shattered, smoke all around, and you screaming at me “Bitch wake the fuck up! Reach in the glovebox now! NOW!!” I opened it to see two .38’s “Give me one quick!” you screamed, blood all over your face.
The next thing I remember, I’m living at a Buddhist monastery reciting chants in Tibetan in an orange room. My name was Sherpa Longpo”
good times, good times.
March 26th, 2006 at 11:50 am
Barry ~ Thanks for reminding me of those crappy duplicators! As for the C4, I guess it’s a good thing we left that company when we did. I’m not sure I could have held out much longer!
Brico ~ You’re lucky that you can’t remember the events that took place after you blacked out. I have to live with them every day. The therapy is helping, but I still have a long way to go.
March 27th, 2006 at 11:33 am
Dear heaven’s…how could I forget that time at Value-Ware.
And that Ron was such a wet blanket!
It’s not like he wasn’t play Hide and Seek all the tiem with Jill!
March 27th, 2006 at 5:26 pm
I remember this one time, at band camp …. and Tish was naked!
March 28th, 2006 at 12:07 pm
Michael ~ *LOL* He certainly was a wet blanket! Stick in the mud too! hehe.
Steve ~ Shhhh…you’re not supposed to tell *all* my secrets!!
May 4th, 2006 at 1:50 am
Sometimes I have to bribe Big Mike with a bottle of vodka to drive over in his van so I can collect an item that’s too big to fit into my 13-year-old Mazda hatchback. I remember the date because it was the day of the Warped Tour, I was going to see The Casualties, bad Religion, NOFX and such.. and I was rather happy, but on the inside, I was a self-destructive, homicidal, suicidal mess. Because it’s all in the playing.
Why hasn’t the United Nations - why hasn’t the United Nations taken a more aggressive posture in fighting the AIDS epidemic which they are cut out to do?
I just don’t understand the mindset that makes people flip out when they see other people’s dishes in the sink. Dallas is the more sensible husband, the one that makes soup for you when you’re sick.
People are generally irritating to begin with but that’s just my opinion. Yet, is that actually the case? Having the water at his fingertips for over a decade has actually made him lower his priority on getting into it. Cleaning one’s mask tends to emphasize how far from shore you are, even if the water is fairly shallow, and of course, you’re then blind to what’s beneath you-and one’s imagination starts churning.
As you know, our server fucked up and instead of dedicating countless hours to trying to fix the problem; we drank. Anyway, instead of just focusing on the negative and flow from that, I’m going to say what happened today.
So how the fuck am I supposed to tell this girl that I cant handle seeing her when apparently everyone else can..?
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