Stolen from eleventy-one people on my flist:

[sid]

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.

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I'd just woken up, not really sure where I was or how I'd gotten there, when I saw a figure standing before me. Silhouetted against a brilliant white light, the apparition seemed like an otherworldly being, and I couldn't help but ask, "Am I in Hell?"

"No, just the hospital," you answered. Apparently, you were serving community service there for some infraction you refused to name, and my unfortunate encounter with a runaway rickshaw landed me in your tender mercies.

"Wait until they serve lunch," you continued, "THEN you'll understand what Hell is."

[sid]

I was right, wasn't I? The only edible thing in that place was the lime Jell-o. *g*