Beautician TJB has been neglecting his chair lately, due to the pressing demands of his other gig as resident mixologist at SSUWAT; he kindly requests that his clients slap on a wig of their choice until he can attend to their tresses.
FACT: For many, many years I had this very postcard on my refrigerator! Really, the fabulously insane imagery on my fridge was the precursor to Fabulon, all those years ago. Sigh...
I no longer have this card, so it's thrilling to see it again. Yay! I love our wacky little salon!
No doubt TJB is making goo-goo eyes at all the swinging chicks that he has at his swinging pad, too!
ReplyDeleteWhere's my martini, beyotch?
ReplyDeleteI'm in a haze.
ReplyDeleteI'll take a mink. Oh, and a wig too.
ReplyDeleteFACT: For many, many years I had this very postcard on my refrigerator! Really, the fabulously insane imagery on my fridge was the precursor to Fabulon, all those years ago. Sigh...
ReplyDeleteI no longer have this card, so it's thrilling to see it again. Yay! I love our wacky little salon!
You just know her name was "Midge."
ReplyDeleteI would gladly slap on one of these wigs and change my name to Midge if it came in "Fanciful Fawn.
ReplyDeleteX David