Mom Jeans

Total, complete, slam-dunk of greatness by Madame Lovely of Ohio.

A righteous Buh Blam! Bitches in the Waffle House

This postcard arrived hermetically sealed its very own condom (the first condom Ron and I have ever shared *sniff*).

The reason for the prophylactic had nothing to do with the Delightful Realism of the Waffle House Photo, steamy and provocative as it may be.

No, the representation of that fiery inferno of hellish hangover food was merely a front for the WACKADOOOOOOO of LOVE :

(Actually, a true representation of what happens before a Waffle House excursion.)

BUT WAIT - THERE'S MORE BRILLIANCE - YES! YES!

DUH DUH DUH DUHHHHHHHH!!

BITCH PUDDING <3

Happy Lent

Vintage Easter Splendor arrived in my box today....









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Anonymous Impotent Penguin

This awe-inspiring post card was recently received by moi, Denetria Dang-J. It is of completely unknown provenance.
Which makes it all the more exquisite.

And terrifying….

A gift ...

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Sinful

Cinderella (apparently) said "setting will change your life"


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I'm NOT a Tranny !!!

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You Wanna Be On Top ??

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Don't worry, we paid it :-P


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Multi-taskin' post-card readin

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Postage Due

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This went to our friend JPC





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Queen

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SPARKLY !!!

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She made this better

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Lurve

This is a work of art.... Passed down with love from one post card artist to another to another....


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Our First Casualty

I knew when I stuck my hand up and In the great chasm in our wall known as the mail drop, that something was wrong. Thin plastic loosely surrounding what I knew to be a post card. This is a tale of What happens when you mail a sheet of duct tape. When Scuff first saw it he was drawn to it and felt that he needed to turn it into a postcard, that wonderful silver sheet of tape.
It made it from Portland to St. Louis, but not from St. Louis back to Portland, after it'd been in the hands of the amazing Auntie Entity, and tossed back to sender.... Somewhere in the postal system there's a gummed up machine, a product of our error...











I guess that's a lesson learned...


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