Biolage
So like, I have a real bad problem with remembering things. Unless they're completely unimportant. I remember that the dog's name on the Brady Bunch was Tiger, but I can't remember correct syntax for pulling a parameter off a URL string. I need to use the parameter thing a couple times a week and I always have to look it up. I have never had reason to remember that stupid dog's name even once, but guess which one I know.
I once got really drunk in New Orleans at a karaoke bar where they were giving away free shots for every obscure song you could name. I got 7 in a row in about a minute, then they told me I could only do one more so they could let other people play. They played some weird 80's cheesy pop song that little girls listened to way back then, and told me I had to name the artist and the song. It was Two Of Hearts, by Stacey Q. Over to the left a little, you'll notice I'm a suburban white guy. Stacy fucking Q. How sad is that?
My old navy buddy from San Diego invited me to be his best man a couple years back. I kept forgetting the date of the wedding, which of course would put a bit of a kink in the whole best man thing. Knowing he knew my predicament, I challened him to tell me something stupid and unimportant a few months before the wedding and never mention it again. He told me the brand of shampoo his future wife had just bought. Fast forward a few months. I made it to San Diego, picked up my tux, met the bride, etc. That night at his bachelor party, we were at a strip club drinking with half-naked beautiful girls all around. We were hanging around with a few members of his groomsmen. He was just about to get married to a great girl the next day.
I leaned over to him and said one word:
Biolage.
