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Cartagia's Bum- by ruuger

Aaand... from jason_bond_69:

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) 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.
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I was shocked by the Centauri dancing girl's costume you wore last Halloween. Not that it didn't look good on you. And I'm sure Londo would have enjoyed it. But, weren't you cold?

;)
Bwahaha! Just for that, I may make that a reality one day. *eg*
That time we were sitting together at the bar, getting drunk (as usual) and playing our favourite game, wherein one of us would point at someone, and the other would say either "I'd hit it" or "you win". I pointed at the barkeeper we both drew lascivious pictures of and have sighed over since pretty much forever, and you said "I have hit it!" And then I stared at you in shock and called you a liar, but it was true - you described his crazy tattoo. When I was able to verify that, a catfight ensued and we were both bounced.
Hee! How inventive! And wrong for a number of reasons. *g*
Okay, remember the time we were sitting up late watching hentai and drinking tequila and you decided to write a B5 Centauri-porn fanfic based on it? And I bugged you untill you posted it, and you did, and the damn thing won an award and got recc'd on crack_van?
I wish that was reality. *g*
Why, not enough tequila drinking in your life? :D
Great Maker, no. I mean the part about me successfully writing porn that everyone wants to read. But alas, I'm too much of a Victorian maiden for my own fannish good. *g*
You should really write a victorian erotica style Centauri smutlett someday. It would work SO well.
*sigh*

Actually, something like that is buried within all of my fanfic100 plans. Now, whether I'll manage to gather the nerve to write such a thing is an entirely different story...
Great Maker, don't you recall that evening at Norwescon? You, so svelte and bald (nice make-up job, by the way), I in centauri drag. You admired my wig, drank my double-distilled Taliskers... and...

sighs in remembrance

That poor young thing dressed as Vir never knew what hit him, did he?
An alarming number of people are fake!recalling me drunk. I'm not sure how I should take that... *g*
Oh, I didn't say you were drunk :-)

It'd be a crime to waste that fine a whiskey on getting sloshed!
Oh. Well, okay then. *g*