Stolen from Colleen...
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, 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 blog and see what your friends come up with.
My mom took me and Colleen to the Shaun Cassidy concert in Kansas City. We ditched her while she was waiting for nachos at the concession stand and we pretended we were groupies so we could sneak backstage. His public image was always so wholesome... But I'm still haunted by the things I saw back there. And the things we did. I always wanted to ask her - where did she learn to do that? I guess having older sisters was an advantage in that arena...
Get down and get with it, indeed: