Follow along with the video below to see how to install our site as a web app on your home screen.
Note: This feature may not be available in some browsers.
A long time ago, in a place far away......
I used to post.
A long time ago, in a place far away......
I used to post.
A long time ago, in a place far away......
I used to post.
I believe I remember you. In any case, you're still hot.
I assure you, you'd remember.....
Oh, and I have a brain. Tease me, with your wits and you'll receive a challenging response.
Yes, yes, I remember. You came and you gave, without taking...but...I sent you away? No, that doesn't seem right.
But yes - you did kiss me and stopped me from shaking.
And I need you todayyyyy.
<ahem>
Lame.
Joke.
Sorry.
=tt
Yes, yes, I remember. You came and you gave, without taking...but...I sent you away? No, that doesn't seem right.
But yes - you did kiss me and stopped me from shaking.
And I need you todayyyyy.
<ahem>
Lame.
Joke.
Sorry.
=tt
Oh, and I have a brain. Tease me, with your wits and you'll receive a challenging response.
Don't even get me started on "how Barry Manilow ruined my life...."![]()
I may not smile much.... I just have such a lovely litte pout that I do love.
It went something like this:
You were riding your bike one afternoon when Barry Manilow's limo pulled up next to you and he yelled from the window, "I need your bike! Please! The fate of mankind depends on you!" Scared but a little thrilled, you hopped off the bike and held it while he got out of the limo and adjusted his white tux. Then he gave you $5 and sped off on the bike - you can't remember, but you're pretty sure he was crying as he did. The limo driver got out, shaking his head, and walked to the trunk, from which he removed a radio transmitter about the size of a shoe box. Without acknowledging you he spoke into the microphone: "This is Jaybird, over. Repeat, this is Jaybird, over." Something crackled from the speaker, and he continued, "looks like The Twist is on again. Big Mac is loose, he's got some girl's bike. Please advise." He waited, then the static-y voice sputtered from the speaker again. You still couldn't understand what it said. The driver spoke again. "Roger. I'll contact you after the eclipse - be sure the PersonaDroid doesn't kill his family." With that he hung up the mic, turned off the set, put it back in the trunk and turned to you. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mandy," you replied. He shook his head again. "It never ends, does it Mandy? The whole world...everything just bends one way or the other, then it bends back, but it never finds the center, does it? Everything is teetering, and we've all become so used to it that we perceive that teetering as stability, as normalcy. But you know, don't you, Mandy? Now you know it's not stable, it never will be, and it's our responsibility to run circles around that precarious balance, working all our lives to be sure nothing ever bends too much that it finally snaps, but knowing that if it ever did, we'd be powerless. You and me, Mandy. We know." With that he got back in the limo, started the engine, and drove away. And that same afternoon you enrolled in a pottery class at the adult education center. And you never saw your bike again.
Am I close?
It went something like this:
You were riding your bike one afternoon when Barry Manilow's limo pulled up next to you and he yelled from the window, "I need your bike! Please! The fate of mankind depends on you!" Scared but a little thrilled, you hopped off the bike and held it while he got out of the limo and adjusted his white tux. Then he gave you $5 and sped off on the bike - you can't remember, but you're pretty sure he was crying as he did. The limo driver got out, shaking his head, and walked to the trunk, from which he removed a radio transmitter about the size of a shoe box. Without acknowledging you he spoke into the microphone: "This is Jaybird, over. Repeat, this is Jaybird, over." Something crackled from the speaker, and he continued, "looks like The Twist is on again. Big Mac is loose, he's got some girl's bike. Please advise." He waited, then the static-y voice sputtered from the speaker again. You still couldn't understand what it said. The driver spoke again. "Roger. I'll contact you after the eclipse - be sure the PersonaDroid doesn't kill his family." With that he hung up the mic, turned off the set, put it back in the trunk and turned to you. "What's your name?" he asked. "Mandy," you replied. He shook his head again. "It never ends, does it Mandy? The whole world...everything just bends one way or the other, then it bends back, but it never finds the center, does it? Everything is teetering, and we've all become so used to it that we perceive that teetering as stability, as normalcy. But you know, don't you, Mandy? Now you know it's not stable, it never will be, and it's our responsibility to run circles around that precarious balance, working all our lives to be sure nothing ever bends too much that it finally snaps, but knowing that if it ever did, we'd be powerless. You and me, Mandy. We know." With that he got back in the limo, started the engine, and drove away. And that same afternoon you enrolled in a pottery class at the adult education center. And you never saw your bike again.
Am I close?
It's more along the lines of, I can't go fucking anywhere without someone wanting to bellow out the tune of "Mandy".
Bars, work.... you name it, I can't get away from it.
So, here she is.... "Mandy".![]()