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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.


It's Like Sex. Boo! Ahh!

We are so excited for Halloween.
We love this day more than most.
So let's talk about it all day long,
Like, what are you planning on being?
Giant hot dog?
Goblin deluxe?
Holy ghost?

We here at The F & J Show usually hold disdain for all the slutty
whore-y Halloween trash hoes.

We always think:
What would their mother say??
Why do they feel they must express themselves that way??
Are they purposely throwing themselves down to ANY fella- for a quick roll in the hay?

Oh, our dismay.

But this year we thought:
Maybe we are just a bit too feminist nutrageous.
Would it kill us to lighten up, and be a little slutageous?
Is slutageous a word? Well tonight we make it one.
'Cause we were robots last Saturday, which was good, clean G-rated fun.

Yet, not one person knew that we were Daft Punk.
The sexy angels, pirates, and kitties we met- were confused as funk.
Sure, we were confused too over their wearage of pleather.
Their girl-on-the-corner makeup and usage of feathers.
For a bra.
Or a skirt.
Or something equally Whoa!
But fuckit, tonight we are dressin' up as hoes.

Happy Hallo-ho-freaky-ween.
*f & j

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