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Saturday, September 22, 2001 ~x~
 
Have I mentioned I hate archives?

~x~ muttered by Mandy at 18:43


Thursday, September 20, 2001 ~x~
 
Did I mention that for the second time I've snuck into Jon's Blog and redone the entire thing? Oh yesssss and this time its MY template, not a borrowed one *big grin* So go Look!!! Its definitely wolfish.... btw did I also forget to mention he loves it? Yay!.

~x~ muttered by Mandy at 17:12


 
Just a Copy and Paste from an Email from a friend *sly grin* Terrorism: America United, Dr Suess Style.

Every U down in Uville liked U.S. a lot,
But the Binch, who lived Far East of Uville, did not.
The Binch hated U.S! the whole U.S. way!
Now don't ask me why, for nobody can say,
It could be his turban was screwed on too tight.
Or the sun from the desert had beaten too bright
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that his heart was two sizes too small.
But, Whatever the reason, his heart or his turban,
He stood facing Uville, the part that was urban.
"They're doing their business," he snarled from his perch.
"They're raising their families They're going to church!
They're leading the world, and their empire is thriving,
I MUST keep the S's and U's from surviving!"
Tomorrow, he knew, all the U's and the S's,
Would put on their pants and their shirts and their dresses,
They'd go to their offices, playgrounds and schools,
And abide by their U and S values and rules,
And then they'd do something he liked least of all,
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Would stand all united, each U and each S,
And they'd sing Uville's anthem, "God bless us! God bless!"
All around their Twin Towers of Uville, they'd stand,
and their voices would drown every sound in the land.
"I must stop that singing," Binch said with a smirk,
And he had an idea--an idea that might work!
The Binch stole some U airplanes in U morning hours,
And crashed them right into the Uville Twin Towers.
"They'll wake to disaster!" he snickered, so sour,
"And how can they sing when they can't find a tower?"
The Binch cocked his ear as they woke from their sleeping,
All set to enjoy their U-wailing and weeping,
Instead he heard something that started quite low,
And it built up quite slow, but it started to grow--
And the Binch heard the most unpredictable thing...
And he couldn't believe it--they started to sing!
He stared down at U-ville, not trusting his eyes,
What he saw was a shocking, disgusting surprise!
Every U down in U-ville, the tall and the small,
Was singing! Without any towers at all!
He HADN'T stopped U-Ville from singing! It sung!
For down deep in the hearts of the old and the young,
Those Twin Towers were standing, called Hope and called Pride,
And you can't smash the towers we hold deep inside.
So we circle the sites where our heroes did fall,
With a hand in each hand of the tall and the small,
And we mourn for our losses while knowing we'll cope,
For we still have inside that U-Pride and U-Hope.
For America means a bit more than tall towers,
It means more than wealth or political powers,
It's more than our enemies ever could guess,
So may God bless America! Bless us! God bless!


~x~ muttered by Mandy at 16:40


Tuesday, September 18, 2001 ~x~
 
Mwahaha. Last Night... Jon Logged into his blog only to get the shock of his life. Silly Silly Silly sailor boy, never give a Lyn or a Cyn your password. So if you're reading this folks go check out Jon's And his Alien theme... See all my friends are out of this world.. And if I could I'd go in and slap everyone with Aliens *g* But Jon's will have to do until I get time and access to more Mwahaha.

BTW When you sign into Blogger Today you'll see a note about Shared Voice Which is an online petition, PLEASE read the entire document before you sign, The first couple paragraphs seems wonderful and easy to agree to, however the last few get to the point of the petition... It is indeed a petition AGAINST Military retaliation. So be careful folks, if you agree and sign it fine, but Don't get too caught up trying to good and scroll to the bottom and sign, thinking its supporting our Country, it is NOT. heh. My Little "save your ass" plug for the day. We as a country have cried for a week, its time to stop weeping and unleash Us Dogs Of War. I've said it ten times in this blog, and I say it again here now. These people will and should suffer with extreme predjudice.

~x~ muttered by Mandy at 18:17


Sunday, September 16, 2001 ~x~
 
Crzzzzzzzzzt. Welcome to Lyn Lunecies Nightly, I'm your host Lyn, and tonight we'll be discussing the MisAdventures of Sexual Teasing, Sexual Tripping and the Martian invasions of a Sexually Sex-tarical Friend Marty.... Stay Tuned and we'll be back after THIS Commercial Break.

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Marty, Marty, Marty, Oh how do I love thee? Let me count the ways.... *bonk* *bonk* Crunch. Now the world may never know. Tootsie Roll pop anyone? Have I mentioned Marty and I go back a few years? Yea yea yea from the "Dark" period in my life where I dated this real asshole Oh Yes, believe me Between charging 300 dollars worth of Porn on my credit card (I still don't know how he got the number), to bouncing my Mother a hundred dollar check to showing up on my doorstep with suitcases in hand, to making the absurdly stupid mistake of threatening me physically in FRONT of my Father, Jay is definitely on my all time shit list of asshole's I've dated (Which Also Includes Alex and "Hoss" -hoss, THAT should have been an indicator. Stupid MandyLyn- To name a couple). Which, heh is surprisingly long *wry grin* S"what I get for being a bitch huh?

Anyway, Marty is from "back then" See Marty and I have finally admitted we had this crush on each other back then, and Marty is one hell of a nice guy (Sexy as fuck too. Jesus A) and I'm one hell of a nice girl (Ok not really but it makes for a sappy story) and if we'd been smart enough to say something to each other back then we might have avoided a whole lot of shit, but we didn't and to make a long (But juicy, so nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah, you're not gonna hear it) story short, When Jay and I split Marty was used abused lied to ect by Jay... some how God knows why, Marty stuck by Jay for awhile, Just long enough for he and I to lose touch. yep. I can hear you all now "Awwww how sad" Get over it. Jesus. Life Happens. *g* Anyway Marty eventually realized who was lying and who was telling the truth (Shaddup Cyn I was telling the truth) And he showed up out of the blue one day about 8 months or so back? Well Unfortunately for us both, Jay reappeared then too, and I assumed (Yep ASS, jesus I'm an asshole) he and Jay were incahoots and this time I made like Houdini and poofed. Out of sight, out of mind. Well Evidently not out of mind because Marty got back in contact with me again God bless his sexy ass, slapped me around a bit and convinced me he missed me (Its not that sappy, shaddup go away) and its almost like nothing happened... Its a lot of fun... I don't get him often enough (oh does THAT sound kinky) But we're working on it.

Now, all the introduction aside, have I mentioned he's a horny little bastard? Good Lord. And I thought I was bad? Believe me His brain is definitely between his legs (Or Mine as the case may be?) We were talking on the phone the other night (BTW He sounds like my vet, well ok not MY vet but my dog's vet =P ) And he had smartass comment after smartass comment and most of them had to do with sex sex and more sex. Wet Sex dry sex, funny sex bad sex (Is there such a thing?) *grin* I told him he was going to end up here in my Blog I don't think he believed me... Such a pity. Anyway I told him if he ever showed up at my house I'd handcuff him to my basement walls and teach him a thing or two (Or three hundred) And he found that OH so amusing, so you know what folks? The Song lyrics listed below are dedicated to Marty... So without further ado, Marty This song is for you...

Sit On My Face
Composer: Harry Parr Davies
Author: Eric Idle
Arranger: John Du Prez
From the Album 'Monty Python's Contractual Obligation'

Sit on my face and tell me that you love me.
I'll sit on your face and tell you I love you, too.
I love to hear you oralise
When I'm between your thighs.
You blow me away!

Sit on my face and let my lips embrace you.
I'll sit on your face, and then I'll love you truly.
Life can be fine if we both sixty-nine
If we sit on our faces in all sorts of places and play
Till we're blown away!



~x~ muttered by Mandy at 22:48


 
Hey, Lookit that. I even remembered to update my archive links. Also if you look on down there is a new Comic link there, titled United. Its Patriotic themed concerning Myself and Eagle.

~x~ muttered by Mandy at 20:50




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