townsvillle, the powerpuff girls helped him. he had a very cute telephone with a red lightbulb nose that i loved. i watched the show as a kid and now i reblog gifs of it on my tumblr, i miss my sister who i watched it with her name was alyce.
He was the mayor, the top guy, the head honcho. But he was still my ex, my first lover in high school, my first heartbreak, my first chance at happily-ever-after. He changed, though, in those few years. His smile was no longer sincere, more tired and stressed than anything else. I only wanted to help him, though. Wasn’t death better than this?
The mayor? Hell, the fuckin governor. no! the president! ruler of the universe? wanna be alpha. have to be alpha. i’m so fuckin stubborn shit. i really like this website. kinda reminds me of ms espeset’s class. mayor of danville. conquerer of the world. who says that we have to settle for so little? why should we? I have a mind of my own. I ain’t a part of the system. don’t let the system draw a curtain over your perspective. live free. live wild. believe in yourself and always shoot for the stars.
the mayor of the city, doesn’t always have all the power
sometimes he’s just a face to an organization that controls everything behind the strings. Sometimes he truly gets what he wants.
But almost always, does he not meet the needs of every person in his city. and with values that are polar opposites.. that’s impossible.
Mayor stands for a person in authority, the head of the local council. However, it also stands for a plaza, the main plaza in a Spanish town. Very curious. I wonder if there is a connection between the two, the mayor being a person of authority and the square being a place of authority.
The mayor stroked his double-breasted suit, an air of pomp and pure egotism clouding around his puffed chest. Today was his day. Today he had won. And nothing on God’s green earth could take away the buoyancy that plumed under his every step on this perfect afternoon.
She hadn’t been a resident of the little town for very long before she was elected mayor. She thought that selling Avon, Scentsy, Watkins, Fuller Brush, Amway, World Book and Mary Kay had made her popular, but one day her next-door neighbor let the cat out of the bag. The people had elected her so she wouldn’t have time to try to sell them crap anymore.
The mayor is the head of the town. Like in The Berenstein Bears (whom I’m sure were Jewish now that I think about it). That has nothing to do with mayors, being Jewish I mean. I remember the theme song. It was a bit naff.
the man who lies us and gives us things because he wants us to vote hiiiiim. Not a fair oone. He goes to church for us to see him and think he is a believer. N
i became the mayor of a restaurant in my town because of foursquare. the mayor of my friend’s house too. but then i got tired of foursquare after a while. and i didn’t want to play anymore.
the mayor of the town was a little bit round. very round, actually. like a beach ball. he had a pointy little beard and he wore a top hat. he always had a pocket watch in the pocket of his waist coat. if you saw him in a story book, you would think, he’s such a cute little mayor. He’s very relaxed.
I don’t want to be mayor. Or major. Actually, if major is the opposite of minor, than are adults considered majors? I guess the mayor is a major then. Unless the mayor is a child. Which also makes sense.
The people in the city hall had never liked the elected mayor. The mayor honestly didn’t like them either. As long as he got paid, nothing else mattered. Working towards the good of the people wasn’t a priority for anyone in that office anyways.
The mayor was corrupt. Fat and corrupt. And that suited them just fine. He fitted the cartoon strip they’d drawn up even before he was elected. He was a cliche in a suit. Even the suit was a cliche. But he was also a killer. And that was different.
When there was a mayor in town, boys hung out in the basement to say hey to all the bats that dove in the corners and left early last night to come back next year again.
I’ve never understood mayors. I’ve never understood how they hold so much power. I guess that’s because I’ve never understood government. I guess the mayor would be important in some instances, but I’ve honestly never thought that they matter much.
johnny carson was a good mayor, or so he thought. he had a full beard covering most of his face, giving him the looks of a man who was far too shy (or maybe ashamed) to show his whole self to the world.
carson was a man of principle, or so he thought. but there were whispers. whispers in the town that behind the beard, johnny carson was hiding a secret.
he was too proud a man to acknowledge that the glances people gave as he stumbled through the town square were ones of suspicion, not admiration.
The mayor of NYC is Michael Blumberg. He is not a very attractive man, but he sure does know how to run a city. He proposed a ban on large sodas in NY and it is a great idea.
The mayor of the small town of Bloomsburg was just starting his day, sitting in his small, bright kitchen with his usual cup of coffee and morning newspaper, when he heard a small knock on the front door. Surprised that anyone would pay him a visit at this early hour, he opened the door to find a young girl staring up at him with round, pleading eyes.
“Well, hello!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing out so early this morning little girl?”
The young girl just continued to look at him, with trembling lips and hands that were squeezing each other so hard he was afraid they would fall off.
He was the mayor of Argon City, a large and populous metropolis on the edge of the world. It was a dream of his he was now living — how easy it was to achieve as well! Of course, that was a lie. All the scars of the things he had seen and the deeds he had done to get this position, they were like the scars on his face. They were mangled, ugly, grotesque, and permanent.
The mayor in my old hometown was rather crazy. She would fly down all the way from Auckland city to mayor a city she did not live in. Why, I do not know. She was particularly full of herself as well, wanting to name many things after herself. And they just keep getting worse. When will we have an intelligent leader?
The mayor’s eyes shifted guiltily away from his probing glare. Those pale blue eyes seemed as though they cut through the carefully constructed web of lies, stacked like a delicate house of cards.
mayor. major. mayer. minor. they all sound similar but have different meanings. there is just one major problem, how to define the difference between the mayor and everyone else when the power that each has can be misunderstood.
….
Mayor – “r” = mayo
I didn’t always like mayo…but I do now.
I mean, it’s much better than mustard…
One day I will be mayor of my own mayo company.
Suck on that, mustard.
Well you are pretty good on hot dogs.
And in various wet salads…
BUT THAT’S IT.
The dictator of the town lifted his hefty stomach out of his belt. He carried his black suit with poise, and strolled down the street with his dark top hat. The mayor seemed to lift his nose upward at those around him, and ignored the gestures of those around him. Then he spoke softly.
I’m mot good with politics or know much about what the mayor does but I know there is a role in the world for this job not understanding the thoughts of a mayor style person. I am only interested in active sports for that matter but thank goodness that people do know about the mayor I totally depend on the knowledge some have and hope that it is the right thing that I would agree if it was explained to me. This mayor stuff has my undies in a bundle.
The mayor was an arrogant, fat man. He thought he knew how to run the small town. Walking around with his chin stuck up in the air, you would have thought he smelled something rotten. He did – himself.
I’m in a musical of The Music Man right now, and the love of my life is playing Charlie Cowell. The first thing I thought was of the mayor in The Music Man, and all the other cast members and how much I love them as well as… him.
John Mayor. The Mayor of the town. Powerful. When you have power it isn’t about what you can get with it, it’s about how you use it for the good of the people in the city. I feel like I write reaaaally randomly. Weirdo.
townsvillle, the powerpuff girls helped him. he had a very cute telephone with a red lightbulb nose that i loved. i watched the show as a kid and now i reblog gifs of it on my tumblr, i miss my sister who i watched it with her name was alyce.
He was the mayor, the top guy, the head honcho. But he was still my ex, my first lover in high school, my first heartbreak, my first chance at happily-ever-after. He changed, though, in those few years. His smile was no longer sincere, more tired and stressed than anything else. I only wanted to help him, though. Wasn’t death better than this?
The mayor? Hell, the fuckin governor. no! the president! ruler of the universe? wanna be alpha. have to be alpha. i’m so fuckin stubborn shit. i really like this website. kinda reminds me of ms espeset’s class. mayor of danville. conquerer of the world. who says that we have to settle for so little? why should we? I have a mind of my own. I ain’t a part of the system. don’t let the system draw a curtain over your perspective. live free. live wild. believe in yourself and always shoot for the stars.
the mayor of the city, doesn’t always have all the power
sometimes he’s just a face to an organization that controls everything behind the strings. Sometimes he truly gets what he wants.
But almost always, does he not meet the needs of every person in his city. and with values that are polar opposites.. that’s impossible.
Mayor: reminds me of once upon a time. the mayor was the evil queen from back in time
The plump potty belly, the vein crisped hand, the bigger head, are all qualities of the mayor. He is self pretentious, with an affected air.
Mayor stands for a person in authority, the head of the local council. However, it also stands for a plaza, the main plaza in a Spanish town. Very curious. I wonder if there is a connection between the two, the mayor being a person of authority and the square being a place of authority.
The mayor stroked his double-breasted suit, an air of pomp and pure egotism clouding around his puffed chest. Today was his day. Today he had won. And nothing on God’s green earth could take away the buoyancy that plumed under his every step on this perfect afternoon.
She hadn’t been a resident of the little town for very long before she was elected mayor. She thought that selling Avon, Scentsy, Watkins, Fuller Brush, Amway, World Book and Mary Kay had made her popular, but one day her next-door neighbor let the cat out of the bag. The people had elected her so she wouldn’t have time to try to sell them crap anymore.
The mayor is the head of the town. Like in The Berenstein Bears (whom I’m sure were Jewish now that I think about it). That has nothing to do with mayors, being Jewish I mean. I remember the theme song. It was a bit naff.
Mayor Mc Cheese…. A dumb name for a dog. Or a cartoon character for that matter. Mayors…. Influential sometimes. Corrupt at other times.
the man who lies us and gives us things because he wants us to vote hiiiiim. Not a fair oone. He goes to church for us to see him and think he is a believer. N
i became the mayor of a restaurant in my town because of foursquare. the mayor of my friend’s house too. but then i got tired of foursquare after a while. and i didn’t want to play anymore.
mayor what is a mayor. Is a mayor a major pain in the ass? I mean come on a mayor rules the town. he makes the laws, he sets the rules, the states
Mayor Mayonnaise was having a rough day in the office. Being the Mayor of an entire city can be quite the tiring ordeal, although it has it’s perks.
this reminds me… of the powerpuff girls.
ahh, sweet childhood.
when the mayor was just a chibi-sized fluff ball of mustache.
and they went about fighting crime in the most bizarre ways.
how did crime happen every single day? OAO
the mayor of the town was a little bit round. very round, actually. like a beach ball. he had a pointy little beard and he wore a top hat. he always had a pocket watch in the pocket of his waist coat. if you saw him in a story book, you would think, he’s such a cute little mayor. He’s very relaxed.
I don’t want to be mayor. Or major. Actually, if major is the opposite of minor, than are adults considered majors? I guess the mayor is a major then. Unless the mayor is a child. Which also makes sense.
The people in the city hall had never liked the elected mayor. The mayor honestly didn’t like them either. As long as he got paid, nothing else mattered. Working towards the good of the people wasn’t a priority for anyone in that office anyways.
The mayor was corrupt. Fat and corrupt. And that suited them just fine. He fitted the cartoon strip they’d drawn up even before he was elected. He was a cliche in a suit. Even the suit was a cliche. But he was also a killer. And that was different.
When there was a mayor in town, boys hung out in the basement to say hey to all the bats that dove in the corners and left early last night to come back next year again.
I’ve never understood mayors. I’ve never understood how they hold so much power. I guess that’s because I’ve never understood government. I guess the mayor would be important in some instances, but I’ve honestly never thought that they matter much.
johnny carson was a good mayor, or so he thought. he had a full beard covering most of his face, giving him the looks of a man who was far too shy (or maybe ashamed) to show his whole self to the world.
carson was a man of principle, or so he thought. but there were whispers. whispers in the town that behind the beard, johnny carson was hiding a secret.
he was too proud a man to acknowledge that the glances people gave as he stumbled through the town square were ones of suspicion, not admiration.
The mayor of NYC is Michael Blumberg. He is not a very attractive man, but he sure does know how to run a city. He proposed a ban on large sodas in NY and it is a great idea.
The mayor of the small town of Bloomsburg was just starting his day, sitting in his small, bright kitchen with his usual cup of coffee and morning newspaper, when he heard a small knock on the front door. Surprised that anyone would pay him a visit at this early hour, he opened the door to find a young girl staring up at him with round, pleading eyes.
“Well, hello!” he exclaimed. “What are you doing out so early this morning little girl?”
The young girl just continued to look at him, with trembling lips and hands that were squeezing each other so hard he was afraid they would fall off.
“The mayor?” He stared at her, incredulously. “You got the mayor involved?”
She shrugged. “What else did you want me to do? He’s my father, it’s not like I can ignore him!”
“You could try.”
“He lives upstairs in the second bedroom. You try.”
He didn’t answer.
She smirked. “Told you. Now pay up.”
“But-!”
“Pay. Up.” Her words were punctuated with a singularly unique arch of her eyebrows. “I want to go to the movies tonight and I need the cash.”
He was the mayor of Argon City, a large and populous metropolis on the edge of the world. It was a dream of his he was now living — how easy it was to achieve as well! Of course, that was a lie. All the scars of the things he had seen and the deeds he had done to get this position, they were like the scars on his face. They were mangled, ugly, grotesque, and permanent.
what better way to protect my people, he reasoned, than to purchase a very excellent cape?
The mayor in my old hometown was rather crazy. She would fly down all the way from Auckland city to mayor a city she did not live in. Why, I do not know. She was particularly full of herself as well, wanting to name many things after herself. And they just keep getting worse. When will we have an intelligent leader?
I have a dream. A dream to become the president of the US. Ok that doesn’t seem to likely. I have new dream… to become mayor of…
The mayor’s eyes shifted guiltily away from his probing glare. Those pale blue eyes seemed as though they cut through the carefully constructed web of lies, stacked like a delicate house of cards.
mayor. major. mayer. minor. they all sound similar but have different meanings. there is just one major problem, how to define the difference between the mayor and everyone else when the power that each has can be misunderstood.
….
Mayor – “r” = mayo
I didn’t always like mayo…but I do now.
I mean, it’s much better than mustard…
One day I will be mayor of my own mayo company.
Suck on that, mustard.
Well you are pretty good on hot dogs.
And in various wet salads…
BUT THAT’S IT.
The dictator of the town lifted his hefty stomach out of his belt. He carried his black suit with poise, and strolled down the street with his dark top hat. The mayor seemed to lift his nose upward at those around him, and ignored the gestures of those around him. Then he spoke softly.
The mayor of my city is unknown. I am sure ther is amayor but who is it? Is it a man?
I’m mot good with politics or know much about what the mayor does but I know there is a role in the world for this job not understanding the thoughts of a mayor style person. I am only interested in active sports for that matter but thank goodness that people do know about the mayor I totally depend on the knowledge some have and hope that it is the right thing that I would agree if it was explained to me. This mayor stuff has my undies in a bundle.
The mayor was an arrogant, fat man. He thought he knew how to run the small town. Walking around with his chin stuck up in the air, you would have thought he smelled something rotten. He did – himself.
I’m in a musical of The Music Man right now, and the love of my life is playing Charlie Cowell. The first thing I thought was of the mayor in The Music Man, and all the other cast members and how much I love them as well as… him.
mayor
What mayor?
The mayor of unicorn land?!
John Mayor. The Mayor of the town. Powerful. When you have power it isn’t about what you can get with it, it’s about how you use it for the good of the people in the city. I feel like I write reaaaally randomly. Weirdo.