Mayor of a town. In control? Dominating? What are the motives for wanting to become the mayor of a town? Perks? Power? Luxurious bathrooms and extended lunch hours. Limousine rides and a personal secretary. Does that overpower the concentration it takes to rule over a town? In Mayor Taylor’s eyes, it most certainly did.
The mayor of my town just threw his cat out of the window. When he went down to scoop shit up it was still alive. The next night the mayors cat died from eating bad cheese. The next day the mayor went and bought a new cat and then it dies from loneliness. Then he bought a dog.
the mayor was fat which surprised me, he wasn’t at all what i had expected. this was the man i was supposed to marry? he seemed..stupid. not like someone who could run a town. but then again everyone had such high opinions of him.
Mayor, termino que hace alusion a lo contrario de lo menor. Yo tuve un hermano menor, esome hace el mayor. A su vez, tengo un primo mayor. Eso me hace primo menor. Vemos que el ser mayor es relativo a aquello que nos rodea. Fin
The mayor of a town is the person in charge of taking care of people and making the right decisions for everybody that lives in such town. He/she have to make tough choices and have to take care of the habitat… Also, they have to be picked through voting.
He was plump, fat, and had large, black, watery eyes. I watched in a spidery, creepy kind of silence as he pointed to the man with the axe. Sure enough he swung, bu missed, and I ran through the forest, hearing the whoosh of the arrows and the whine of the hounds. I was on my own now. All alone.
To me, the word ‘mayor’ makes me think of a fat, bald man. Maybe with a white mustache. And a red nose. Very, very fat. Usually eating a donut. A bit like Santa Claus but less happy.
I remember the mayor of my city for a while was this girl’s dad, a girl I used to go to school with. He seemed nice, but I never really knew him. This girl had a twin brother and an older brother, too. Like I said, never really knew them.
On a completely unrelated note, “mayor” reminds me of “mayonnaise.” Which is actually really difficult to type quickly.
I think of mayor guiliani. The only mayor I know, I live in florida too and he’s the only one that comes to mind. It brings me back to the day in New York that were fun and careless. I miss those days. Maybe.
twenty cents. that was all he had in his pocket. he was the mayor for god’s sake. Couldn’t this woman see that? he could just bring her money tomorrow, or send one of his boys down later. they’d bring her the damn money.
The woman just looked at him sadly and shook her head.
A place ruled by one man, a place of ruin, a place which once was praised for its well-adapted economy but now lies in a city of ruin. What may this place be you may ask, or better yet
rahm emmanuel is a jackass who only thinks about himself and money its just unfair that his kids get whatever whatever its just so dumb i ccant stand people especially politicians and their kids
the mayor licked his lips and stepped down from the side of the car. It had been close, but he’d successfully beaten down his opponent. Using a baseball bat, brass knuckles and a bowl of jello.
The mayor of New Hagenbergersteinbeckersmith was pleased to see the erection of the new statue idolizing the great German pioneer who had founded the town. Nestled right between the tiny post office and the grandiose hot dog and bratwurst restaurant, it was meant to gleam in a great bronze glory over the town. It didn’t help, therefore, when vandals painted penises on its face and sent the mustached politician into a murderous frenzy.
the mayor of the town declared that the accident in the highway was very tragedy but they managed to secure the survivors after the gas engine exploded in the oil truck that lead to the great explosion
i wonder if this means anything else besides the head of a town. i don’t know who the mayor is of maryland or even silver spring. that’s okay though. i have still found that where i am now has always been home regardless of who runs the joint. that is a good thing to believe, isn’t it?
The mayor smiled. It was the first time he had done this. Behind his smile, I saw the pain that still lingered within him. I knew that he wasn’t okay. I knew that he struggling.
The mayor of the town is the man who is unknown to most but seen by all. He is the man with no power in our eyes but power in our minds. He is the man who failed, is the interum. The man with no future. The man who is lost. The mayor is the head of the lost and follower of
I love to eat dinner with my mayor and his pet turtle. the turtle usually eats most of my salad, but I’m ok with that because it’s really cute. The mayor is really attatched to this turtle. He even ran for city council! The mayor loves his turtle so much.
john mayer is not a mayor but his last name rhymes with it and he was the first person i thought of when i saw this word. john mayor is hot. and i think we’d make the perfect couple. and that’s all i have to say in 60 seconds.
The Mayor of the Lollipop Town was not amused. Not amused at all. There was far too much candy-related frolicking going on. He thought he would be able to put a stop to that nonsense once he became mayor, but his people continued their shenanigans! He had bowed and scraped and smiled and frolicking and laughed his way into this position, the very same activities he looked down upon, but he’d only done it so he could make a difference in such a wretchedly happy-go-lucky world.
He was the mayor of the town and she was a little girl in the crowd, but somehow she felt a connection to him. She saw the blue in his eyes and thought she saw the sadness she always seemed to wake up with. She knew he wasn’t looking directly at her…but it sure felt like that.
I rub his tummy when he is sad. I give him kisses. Also cucumber slices on a paper plate. I play tunes for him on the oven rack and I try to make it sound like church bells. He is my mayor and I am his helper. This is how it will always be.
Raising her hands in triumph, the new mayor was all but excited. With a secret agenda and all fans cheering, ready for the change they’ve been waiting for… little did they know what really was in store.
The mayor paced back and forth in his office. Election results were still coming in, and it was really close. He’d been the mayor almost all of his adult life. It was unthinkable that he could lose his job. Not only that, but to her. She wasn’t even one of them.
Dont ask me to write about mayors. Itll just get disorganised and unplanned because I have never met a mayor, I will never be one, I will probably never fall in love with one and I don’t think I want to. Mayors are probably very nice people, but theyre not for me.
The mayor was quite corrupt. But that’s how they liked him. Fat and corrupt. That way he suited the cartoon strip they had already drawn up for the day he was elected. He was a cliche in a suit. Even the suit was a cliche. And that’s how they liked it. But he was also a killer and that was different.
The mayor of orange town was a whimsical man of comical features. His hair of white snow could take any one person back on memory of their chilldhood snow fights. He had round glasses that were probably 30 some odd years old and they were forever smeared.
The Mayor stood, happy to finished with parade part of his day, and watched the kids run through the maze course his assistant insisted would finish the festivities with a florish. “I hate this crap” he mumbled to no one in particular.
So at first I thought of a random mayor…. the one from Townsville on the Power Puff Girls. And then I thought of Adam West off of Family Guy. I don’t even know my own mayor, yet I know the mayors off of different cartoons. That’s kind of sad, when you think about it, isn’t it?
Mayor of Casterbridge? No that’s old news. Mayor of some overly frequented joint on Foursquare? Now that’s modern. Or maybe not. Maybe even that is old news. Facebook, Yelp, and who knows who else can check in places. Being mayor means less and less.
Mayor of a town. In control? Dominating? What are the motives for wanting to become the mayor of a town? Perks? Power? Luxurious bathrooms and extended lunch hours. Limousine rides and a personal secretary. Does that overpower the concentration it takes to rule over a town? In Mayor Taylor’s eyes, it most certainly did.
you’re not the mayor
of my town; you’re not the
Victor. I’m a landmark,
but you don’t own me,
control me, hold any
power.
You got voted out
so long ago. Vote of
no confidence.
Democracy.
i think the mayor of the town needs to be someone who is brave and streong
The mayor of my town just threw his cat out of the window. When he went down to scoop shit up it was still alive. The next night the mayors cat died from eating bad cheese. The next day the mayor went and bought a new cat and then it dies from loneliness. Then he bought a dog.
I am the Mayor of this town and you will do as I say. Do you understand me? I am not going to repeat myself.
the mayor was fat which surprised me, he wasn’t at all what i had expected. this was the man i was supposed to marry? he seemed..stupid. not like someone who could run a town. but then again everyone had such high opinions of him.
Mayor, termino que hace alusion a lo contrario de lo menor. Yo tuve un hermano menor, esome hace el mayor. A su vez, tengo un primo mayor. Eso me hace primo menor. Vemos que el ser mayor es relativo a aquello que nos rodea. Fin
I may, or I may not.
It really isn’t much of a question, after all.
The mayor of a town is the person in charge of taking care of people and making the right decisions for everybody that lives in such town. He/she have to make tough choices and have to take care of the habitat… Also, they have to be picked through voting.
He was plump, fat, and had large, black, watery eyes. I watched in a spidery, creepy kind of silence as he pointed to the man with the axe. Sure enough he swung, bu missed, and I ran through the forest, hearing the whoosh of the arrows and the whine of the hounds. I was on my own now. All alone.
To me, the word ‘mayor’ makes me think of a fat, bald man. Maybe with a white mustache. And a red nose. Very, very fat. Usually eating a donut. A bit like Santa Claus but less happy.
I remember the mayor of my city for a while was this girl’s dad, a girl I used to go to school with. He seemed nice, but I never really knew him. This girl had a twin brother and an older brother, too. Like I said, never really knew them.
On a completely unrelated note, “mayor” reminds me of “mayonnaise.” Which is actually really difficult to type quickly.
There was once a mayor.
I think of mayor guiliani. The only mayor I know, I live in florida too and he’s the only one that comes to mind. It brings me back to the day in New York that were fun and careless. I miss those days. Maybe.
twenty cents. that was all he had in his pocket. he was the mayor for god’s sake. Couldn’t this woman see that? he could just bring her money tomorrow, or send one of his boys down later. they’d bring her the damn money.
The woman just looked at him sadly and shook her head.
A place ruled by one man, a place of ruin, a place which once was praised for its well-adapted economy but now lies in a city of ruin. What may this place be you may ask, or better yet
rahm emmanuel is a jackass who only thinks about himself and money its just unfair that his kids get whatever whatever its just so dumb i ccant stand people especially politicians and their kids
the mayor licked his lips and stepped down from the side of the car. It had been close, but he’d successfully beaten down his opponent. Using a baseball bat, brass knuckles and a bowl of jello.
The mayor of New Hagenbergersteinbeckersmith was pleased to see the erection of the new statue idolizing the great German pioneer who had founded the town. Nestled right between the tiny post office and the grandiose hot dog and bratwurst restaurant, it was meant to gleam in a great bronze glory over the town. It didn’t help, therefore, when vandals painted penises on its face and sent the mustached politician into a murderous frenzy.
the mayor of the town declared that the accident in the highway was very tragedy but they managed to secure the survivors after the gas engine exploded in the oil truck that lead to the great explosion
i wonder if this means anything else besides the head of a town. i don’t know who the mayor is of maryland or even silver spring. that’s okay though. i have still found that where i am now has always been home regardless of who runs the joint. that is a good thing to believe, isn’t it?
If I was mayor I would change the world. Mayor also sounds like mayonaise. Probably spelled wrong. I’m not a HUGE fan of it. But I like it on my eggs.
The mayor smiled. It was the first time he had done this. Behind his smile, I saw the pain that still lingered within him. I knew that he wasn’t okay. I knew that he struggling.
The mayor of the town is the man who is unknown to most but seen by all. He is the man with no power in our eyes but power in our minds. He is the man who failed, is the interum. The man with no future. The man who is lost. The mayor is the head of the lost and follower of
I love to eat dinner with my mayor and his pet turtle. the turtle usually eats most of my salad, but I’m ok with that because it’s really cute. The mayor is really attatched to this turtle. He even ran for city council! The mayor loves his turtle so much.
john mayer is not a mayor but his last name rhymes with it and he was the first person i thought of when i saw this word. john mayor is hot. and i think we’d make the perfect couple. and that’s all i have to say in 60 seconds.
So important there is nothing to say about it.
The Mayor of the Lollipop Town was not amused. Not amused at all. There was far too much candy-related frolicking going on. He thought he would be able to put a stop to that nonsense once he became mayor, but his people continued their shenanigans! He had bowed and scraped and smiled and frolicking and laughed his way into this position, the very same activities he looked down upon, but he’d only done it so he could make a difference in such a wretchedly happy-go-lucky world.
How is it one gets elected mayor of Starbucks?
He was the mayor of the town and she was a little girl in the crowd, but somehow she felt a connection to him. She saw the blue in his eyes and thought she saw the sadness she always seemed to wake up with. She knew he wasn’t looking directly at her…but it sure felt like that.
I rub his tummy when he is sad. I give him kisses. Also cucumber slices on a paper plate. I play tunes for him on the oven rack and I try to make it sound like church bells. He is my mayor and I am his helper. This is how it will always be.
Raising her hands in triumph, the new mayor was all but excited. With a secret agenda and all fans cheering, ready for the change they’ve been waiting for… little did they know what really was in store.
The mayor paced back and forth in his office. Election results were still coming in, and it was really close. He’d been the mayor almost all of his adult life. It was unthinkable that he could lose his job. Not only that, but to her. She wasn’t even one of them.
Dont ask me to write about mayors. Itll just get disorganised and unplanned because I have never met a mayor, I will never be one, I will probably never fall in love with one and I don’t think I want to. Mayors are probably very nice people, but theyre not for me.
The mayor was quite corrupt. But that’s how they liked him. Fat and corrupt. That way he suited the cartoon strip they had already drawn up for the day he was elected. He was a cliche in a suit. Even the suit was a cliche. And that’s how they liked it. But he was also a killer and that was different.
The mayor of orange town was a whimsical man of comical features. His hair of white snow could take any one person back on memory of their chilldhood snow fights. He had round glasses that were probably 30 some odd years old and they were forever smeared.
The major the mayor
The emperor of this town
An area so small but so important
To the people who elect
The Mayor stood, happy to finished with parade part of his day, and watched the kids run through the maze course his assistant insisted would finish the festivities with a florish. “I hate this crap” he mumbled to no one in particular.
So at first I thought of a random mayor…. the one from Townsville on the Power Puff Girls. And then I thought of Adam West off of Family Guy. I don’t even know my own mayor, yet I know the mayors off of different cartoons. That’s kind of sad, when you think about it, isn’t it?
Mayor of Casterbridge? No that’s old news. Mayor of some overly frequented joint on Foursquare? Now that’s modern. Or maybe not. Maybe even that is old news. Facebook, Yelp, and who knows who else can check in places. Being mayor means less and less.