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      "Well hello there, I'm Joyce, Just Joyce, I enjoy Crafts, getting my perm right, singing, gardening, baking and just all..."

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      • Julius Andres
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      • I bet Joyce is dead..
      • Josh
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      • Oh, to bask in your curl-fraught fro, to stare languidlgy for hours on end at your big, beautiful, bifocaled-to-within-an-inch-of-their-lives eyes, and to admire your rubenesque form through that flower-patterned dress...
      • Sean
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      • Joyce,

        I miss you. Will you please send me a copy of your album? All the kids at the U of A Drama Department are dying to hear it and NONE of them believe that we used to hang out, baking cookies while watching Busby Berkley or listening to Lotte Lenya. I know you never liked her voice much, but ah, how you smiled. And I can never thank you enough for letting me bring all those special friends of mine over to have slumber-bunking-parties in your basement while you were sound asleep upstairs. I hope that we were never too noisy for you.

        E-mail me soon: jjpeachum@hotmail.com

        Love,
        Sean
      • Justin
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      • I first met Joyce when I was in Jr. High. She worked in my lunchroom cafeteria. After graduation, she called me and asked me to come to her place. We walked through the beaded curtain to her bedroom. After she removed the glass panes from her hanging macrame etagere, she slipped off her knee high white boots, sat in the makeshift macrame sling and said through her lipstick stained teeth, "TAKE ME!" At first, I wasn't sure but I obliged, and after 15 minutes of swinging, the macrame sling fell to the floor. The crash knocked the crucifix from the orange plaid wall over the waterbed and stabbed a hole in the mattress. The next few hours were a mix of wet green shag carpet, incense, and broken plaster. When it was over she grabbed my arm, and removing a piece of plaster from her hair said, "I made you a man today!" and then she kissed me. And I said, "I gave you crabs" and walked out the door. Joyce, the rug burns healed but my heart never will.
      • Martine
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      • Shit BItch, You is FINE!!
      • Mark
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      • The neighborhood kids were never really nice to Joyce, for some reason. They liked to take shits on her porch, and spray piss all over her windows. Poor Joyce, she would wake up every morning to the stench of ripe feces and Gafaleta fish. But she would carry on as usual, going to her daily Kanasta group meetings, or helping out at the annual bake sale at the JCC. One evening, after Synagogue, she'd come back home to find that those neighborhood kids lit a bonfire in her backyard and were engaging in a lavacious group orgy. Joyce baked them some of her famous Kidney pie along with a whole plate of Latkes. What a sweet woman you are Joyce..
      • Tom
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      • if there's one thing I'm good at, it's punishing evil-doers. You don't believe me, there's over 200 guys in Texa$ you can ask. Well... you can't ask them right now, but you'll have a chance real soon. Don't mess with Texa$.
        xoxo,
        ToM
      • Pussy Jenkins
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      • Joycie muffn yoo so fabalis! Watchin Ghost Dad wit yuo sho wuz the best durned satday nite ah had in a longg wile. Course the real fuun started wen ah poppedd in mah EBONY PUSSY PARTY viddyo. Yoo shudda seen yoself turn red as a chrissmis ham! Ah wownte tell nobuddy wat we done did after. Did tha bleedin stop bah the wayy? Ah tole youe first taam is ruff but nexx tyme iss in out smoooth as a weasel.

        Yu best brang some mo them balony bean dip rollups. An ah noe yoo didn like mah 40s so ah got sum zima an now we gon be CLASSY! Oh an ah towked ta that nyce lil tranny crackhead that liv outsaad mah trayler. She giv me sum candy thass gun take care all yo pains! OOOH gurlfrend yoo gonna screem JAYSUS all nyte till the angels cum!

        HALLELUYAPRAYZE!!!!!
      • Jackie Brown
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      • Dammit Joyce, I know you're the one
        leaving all those hang up calls on Max
        Cherry's phone. And it didn't take a
        genius to figure out who hid the bomb in
        the anonymous gift box of Mary Tyler
        Moore memorabilia left at my door. I
        know you came here to kill me, but it's
        OK! I forgive you. You might like Ordell's
        friend Louis actually. He's very easy to
        entertain.
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      • What can I say about Joyce that hasn't
        already been said. It's because of her
        that I've often considered being
        John...just John, and that would be all
        that's required of me. To just be me.
        Joyce you're a beautiful inspiriation to
        us all. Did I ever tell you that you're my
        hero?
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