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It's a digital age, man. So to you we present our virtual talk show of Nonsense: The Silly. The Beautiful. The True. In our own words or those quoted by others. With our own art or that created by others. We will laugh. We will smile. We will entertain you all the while. So grab a drink, come in and let's chat. We'd like to meet you, your mama, and your hot cousin Fred.


C'est la vie!

We still think moustaches are funny, yo*. We know, we know...they are like so two to three years ago. Along with the whole skull/pirate/ninja thing. But ve do not care! Ve are raconteurs on an escapade to le moon and beyond! Or somezing.

But if you agree (you know you do), please please- run to your nearest Pottery Barn Kids store and pickup a most excellent package of stick-on fake moustaches (do it). You will love your new moustache, Burt Reynolds.

*sometimes when we have a few Red Vines we like to pretend we are our friend Howie. We slip on his glasses and get all Howie-ish. On one occasion we even wore a fake moustache. We kinda liked it for a while. And then we thought wtf are we doing. We looked like Rebecca Romijn-Connell in Ugly Betty. And not at all like that pretty girl in the stylish hat above. So we ran into the bathroom, waited behind all the high-heeled backless shirted mini skirted ladies, and scrubbed our moustache off. Mama woulda been sooo proud.

Footnote to Fran's Post:
Um, and Judy here had to add this fab image from her own collection. Click to enlarge, it's a goody! Dearies, please listen up: If you want to instill some good ol' party fun, pass around a permanent marker, instruct all present to draw mustache on inside of index finger, and proceed to run up to one another with said index finger placed over upper lip. It brings hours of fun. Literally. Hours.

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