My Home Address

Here's a hint. There exterior looks a little sumptin like this:


And we all well know I can't be giving out the real thing lest some fat bitches come knocking at my door.

Stanger Danger!

Don't let Patti Stanger find you a date.

She might find you Lonnie Moore (aka co-owner of Le Deux)




"But, I LOVE Le Deux!" you might say. "It's so happening!"


Who wouldn't want a date with him?


Woo-hoo! Where do I sign up?

Dear Jay : Makin' Autism Sexy Since '86

Dear Jay Underwood,

Where have you been? I miss you.

I saw you the other day on an Advil commercial. I'm sorry you had a headache, and I'm glad the Advil worked.

Can I tell you a secret? I've always found you strangely terrifying. But, in a good way. The kind of terror that keeps me coming back for more.

You made me wish I could develop a spiritual bond with a young autistic boy who could fly.

Remember that?

You had that wonderful quiet kind of autism that caused young girls to seek you out in the Caf and teach you how to talk.

Not that scary kind that makes you punch people in the face or wet yourself.

Anyway, I hope I see you again soon.

Love Always,

Jay Fan

It's Famie, Bitch!

Gimme more.

"Douche: Party of 1"

Hold up a minute, shawty. I'm on my way.