From now on, my name is Mud.
Hello. It is nice to meet you. My name is Mud.
My new name tag says “Mud”. I am mud.
Nothing but wet dirt. Wet dirt that people go “eeew gross!” when they see.
Not even useful dirt. Nothing grows. Can’t plant shit in mud.
I’m Mud. Hello. my name is Mud.
On a completely unrelated note: Val….? I’m sorry I forgot your birthday.
seran | 13-Feb-02 at 5:35 am | Permalink
Oddly enough. Back like in 2nd grade when I was playing soccer in LA my nickname was mud. And no it wasn’t from me slipping or me getting all muddy.
pottedplant | 13-Feb-02 at 8:52 am | Permalink
The “My name is Mudd” saying comes from a Dr. Mudd, who treated John Wilkes Boothe’s broken leg after his assassination of Abraham Lincoln. He was completely ignorant of how Boothe had broken his leg, but was tried as a co-conspirator and executed.
starladear6 | 13-Feb-02 at 9:37 am | Permalink
I got the expression from my mother. She used to tell me “If your room isn’t clean by the time I walk up the stairs, your name will be mud, young lady!”
You know… that sort of thing. :)
nutari | 14-Feb-02 at 2:52 am | Permalink
now thats just strange.
annnyway
How did you get the text to all go on the right of the pic?
durandal1707 | 14-Feb-02 at 4:58 am | Permalink
“View Source”
Sheesh…
clover334 | 14-Feb-02 at 5:06 am | Permalink
My Name Is Mud
My name is Mud
Not to be confused with Bill or Jack or Pete or Dennis
My name is mud and it’s always been
‘Cause I’m the most boring sons-a-bitch you’ve ever seen
I dress in blue-yes navy blue
>From head to toe I’m rather drab except my patent shoes
I make ‘em shine, well most the time
‘Cept today my feet are troddin’ on by this friend of mine
Six foort two and rude as hell
I got to get him in the ground before he starts to smell
My name is Mud
My name is Mud, but call me Alowishus Devadander Abercrombie
That’s long for Mud so I’ve been told
Told that by this sonsabitch that lies before me bloated blue and cold
I’ve got my pride, I drink my wine
I’d drink the finest except I haven’t earned a dime in several months
Or were it years
The breath on that fat bastard could bring any man to tears
We had our words, a common spat
So I kissed him upside the cranium with an aluminum baseball bat
My name is Mud
*Funky base line, brwo, chikka, chikka.*
seran | 14-Feb-02 at 6:25 am | Permalink
mmm Primus
starladear6 | 14-Feb-02 at 4:29 pm | Permalink
um… img src=”filename.jpg” align=”left”… or something.
but yeah. view source. :)
dad_bonnie | 14-Feb-02 at 10:03 pm | Permalink
Tis ok to be mud…..at least your not your dad….hes older then DIRT!!! HAHAHAHA
starladear6 | 15-Feb-02 at 2:22 am | Permalink
Ha ha ha HA HA Ha ha ha ha HA HA.
And no you aren’t!
uninspired_net | 15-Feb-02 at 11:08 am | Permalink
Chris is muy confused now
starladear6 | 15-Feb-02 at 5:27 pm | Permalink
That is my dad…. are you still confused?
(actually it was Bonnie… but that journal represents my paternal parental units)
clover334 | 17-Feb-02 at 3:52 pm | Permalink
I was thinking to myself
“i should get my parents to read my livejournal, so they can know what’s going on in my life.”
but then i remembered the kind of shit that gets posted to my livejournal
(see Tuesday, January 22nd, 2002, or Saturday, December 29th, 2001)
and i changed my mind.
i’ll just stick to talking to them instead,
cause i have my “parent filter” set to on mode when my talk function is directed towards “parent”.
uninspired_net | 17-Feb-02 at 8:34 pm | Permalink
I’m confused about the underlying meaning of this journal entry… But maybe I’m trying to read into things too much. :)
starladear6 | 20-Feb-02 at 6:31 am | Permalink
I forgot Val’s birthday and I felt bad. Thus my name is now ‘mud’.