Fun

Everybody else is doing this, and I DON'T WANT TO.

1. DON'T comment on my blog, DON'T leave any memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember SHOULD NOT BE SPOKEN OF.

2. Next, LEAVE MY BLOG and re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people DON'T leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty STUPID to see the LACK OF responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game INCORRECTLY and I'll come to your HOUSE and leave A FLAMING PILE OF POO ON YOUR DOORSTEP.

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  1. I live to far away for the flaming poo at my door. I just want to remind you of the times i have beaten you down on your gamecube. Thats it.

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  2. I thought you said you were done blogging

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  3. I can't wait for that flaming pile to head my way. It would probably smell better than the random stench we get floating over from the Great Salt Lake or even the mysterious poo smell coming from the unused toilet in Anthony's room. So just to antagonize you...my fondest memory of you Ben is the cheese grater for Mother's Day. I sure wasn't there, but it sure made you seem so endearing!!

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  4. so...I REALLY want that bag of flaming poo...just to show you care!

    And I remember going swimming at Brother Young's GINORMOUS house with the ward and you and Mike Tomsik on the "prowl" for ladies...and hanging out at my apartment with my roomies and whatnot..lol...good times...and THEN...when i found out you and Gina were dating, I was SOOOOOO excited for you...and here ya'll are today...=D

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  5. I guess I'm the only one commenting here who actually possesses memories of Ben as a kid so...let me think of a good embarrassing story...I already left one on your family blog, let me think of another one. How about...holding everyone’s scriptures hostage for a week in seminary or.... toilet papering...trick or treating his senior year in high school...working at the McDonalds drive through...need I go on?

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