Hello, all. I am Jenny Jet. In truth, I cannot stand to be called "Jenny" by anyone and I have no affiliation with jets of any kind, but long ago somebody coined the term "Jenny Jet" and as a pen name and loathed familiar term of endearment it has stuck. Consider this blog my surrender of protest to the longevity of this accursed title and my declaration of acceptance...
...I am Jenny Jet.
With that established, what, in heaven's name, have I to speak about? That's a very good question, really, because I am a person of little to no consequence to the world and besides that I hardly think my opinion matters much. Still, I do have things to say about those points that are of some consequence and even more about those with less import than myself. So what I'm writing about may very well never matter to you, not once, which begs the question "why bother reading about what I have to say?"
To this, my answer can only be that I shall always try to write about my nothingness in a manner which you will find pleasing to that funny bone which resides in your heart. Yes, I want my words to jump from your screen, infiltrate your eyes with their potency and then send shock waves down through your body to your heart's funny bone (not always labeled clearly on anatomy charts, your heart's funny bone is located within the cockles.) whence you shall be filled with delight... or something close to it.
So read on, my dear strangers, and see if, perhaps, any of what is to follow will make you laugh, snicker, or even just grunt with a hint of merriment. If it doesn't... well I suggest you get to a doctor quick as you please and have the cockles of your heart inspected immediately.
Thank you, and goodbye.
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