02-26-2009, 01:07 PM
I have a hard time justifying 'memories' as just that. I think I remember my parents dropping me off at the babysitters so that they could go to the hospital to birth my baby brother (I was 3).. but then again I may have been told the story so many times that it seems like a memory.
I had stolen pizza 8 minutes ago...
I had stolen pizza 8 minutes ago...
"Golf requires goofy pants and a fat ass. You should talk to my neighbor the accountant. Probably a great golfer. Huge ass!"