This Is About.

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.


Thank You, Grace Kelly.

Dear Graceful Elegant Old Hollywood Glam Readers.

Due to wondering minds, blustery days, and an impending book deal (Yep. you didn't hear about that? Six figures. Big. Huge. Totally huge. We're talking second house in Aspen, third in the Hamptons)- we must pause for a Zach Morris timeout-minute and ask you something. Tension. Is. Buildinnnnng. Isn't it.

*What is it that you enjoy or the opposite of enjoy reading about on this blah blah black sheep blahg of F & J's rapper's delight?
*What makes you feel twitterpatted? (sure, share whatever it is that makes you feel twitterpatted. Anything. Seriously. Twitterpattery is good shiz).
*Makes you recoil in horror?
*Makes you poopiepie in your pantalones? 

Answer Giselle-swiftly, Drew Barrymore-freely, and Banksy-anonymously so that we don't t.p. your house or light poo on your doorstep. Thank you for talking a helpful content-sharpening mind altering drug, err test. And thanks for feeding our vanity. What? Wait. We didn't just write that outloud. Did we. Yes. Oops.

Here is what we want to know about. Do you like or would you like to have sexual relations with our:
a) lit suggestions
b) jukebox choices
c) fashion boners
d) nonsensical rubbishery

Thank you, Grace Kelly. Thanks for always just bein' your glam ole self. You zee, zometimes ve just need to know vhat peeple vant to talk about, Fleur Delacour.

*f & j

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