Monosyllabic Pedantry

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Mandy and Me

When I discovered that other people sing Mandy to their pets, making up lyrics to fit the situation, it got me to thinking that it's the universal, infinitely adaptable song. So I invite you all to post your own lyrics.

Since I sing it to my dog, it usually goes something like this...and a one, and a two...

Oh Zacharyyy, you're brown and fuzzy and worthlessssss, but I guess you're okkkk, oh Zacharyyy....

C'mon, is this music city or what?


  • What kind of post about your dog has no picture of your dog?

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 8:24 AM  

  • Duluth is not "Music City". It isn't even A music city. Sure, you have Queen+Paul Rodgers coming to town, but your fair city is better known for bug-eyed runaway kleptos and meth-addled Jesus freak hostage crises.

    By Anonymous Sarcastro, at 9:17 AM  

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    By Blogger Exador, at 9:44 AM  

  • SS,

    True, but the only people that read my blog are in Nashville, except for a stripper and a crazy bum.

    By Blogger Exador, at 9:45 AM  

  • Am I the stripper or the crazy bum?


    Oh Monsterrrrrr, you came and barfed foam on the carpett and then you licked it up so I couldn't find where it happened... Oh Monsterrrr...

    By Blogger Plimco, at 9:57 AM  

  • Plimco,

    You'll be playing the part of the nicotine-addled stripper.

    Now show me what you got!

    By Blogger Exador, at 10:07 AM  

  • Hey mister, got a light? Gee it sure is hot in here. Mind if I take off my hot pink animal print tube top? I don't know why I'm just feeling so hott today...

    Why yes, Aunt B. You may shoot that dollar bill into my outstretched sequin thong panties. Nice shot!

    Got a cigarette? Golly, I sure love nicotine...

    By Blogger Plimco, at 10:50 AM  

  • Plimco--are you trying to seduce me again?!

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 12:28 PM  

  • I think you're drifting into "Nicotine-Addled Hooker".

    Or [(Aunt B) + Vodka], if you replace hot pink animal print tube top with new super bra.

    By Blogger Exador, at 1:22 PM  

  • "Again"? Why, I have no idea what you could possibly be referring to, Aunt B. Ahem.

    Awww, come on Mr. Boyscout! That was a fantastic morsel of improvisation right there. People pay me for that shit...the acting not the undressing...wait. Oh nevermind.

    By Blogger Plimco, at 5:49 AM  

  • Well, as my favorite Boy Scout can attest, I'm a horrendous shot, so if I somehow managed to get any money in your underwear, I must have been very, very close to you. Close enough that you could appreciate how the "new super bra" highlights and sets off the cute boob freckle.

    And on past occassions when you've been that close...

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 6:17 AM  

  • I'm so confused. Are you flirting with ME or with the Boy Scout? Or both? I guess it could be both... Sure. That makes sense...

    By Blogger Plimco, at 6:32 AM  

  • Well, shoot, both of course. I was casting a wide net.

    Sorry if it came off clumsy.

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 6:48 AM  

  • Plimco,

    Didn't you break a necklace taking your shirt off on stage? It would appear people pay you for acting while undressing.

    Don't worry girls, there's plenty O' me for both of you. The three of us must get together sometime.

    By Blogger Exador, at 7:01 AM  

  • Now now. I'm not naked on stage or anything. I'm wearing a very tasteful tank top under that shirt I take off. I refuse to be dubbed as the actor who gets naked in every show.

    Not only should the 3 of us get together, but our 3 dogs too! It'll be a party of poop eating and double entendre! Hazzah!

    By Blogger Plimco, at 7:07 AM  

  • And wives with guns!!! Let's not forget that married libertarians have wives with guns.

    Though, I guess the risk of getting shot would give the evening a certain exciting edge.

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 7:20 AM  

  • Hey, I'm no fool. I've got all the guns.

    By Blogger Exador, at 8:07 AM  

  • All this talk of being well-armed, game for anything... whew, I love it when you whisper sweet nothings.

    By Blogger Aunt B, at 9:06 AM  

  • Hey, you got tickets? To my GUN show? (kisses large biceps alternately)

    By Blogger Plimco, at 9:11 AM  

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