i’ve gone pro, y’all
patty punker has gone pro! that’s right, now i’m self-hosting my blog over at www.pattypunker.com. now i can drop more f bombs and maybe sell some ads to support my nicorette habit.
so come on over and show me some love. xoxo
priestess of depravity
i received the most epic comment (reflection, really) on my last post about hot foreign dudes i’d like to schtup. it was from my college buddy, matt attanasio, and because of its sheer brilliance, i’m stealing it and posting it on MY BLOG. it’s also easier to steal than it is to write my own shit. i’ve put my favorite passages in bold, so you can clearly see why matt is the shizzle.
also, i’m finally up and running on my new site. i don’t have a new design yet, but everything has been transferred over with the help of wpbeginner. so huge thanks to them. they’re full of rad goodness. i did some of the work and updated my tagline and my about page, so check it out. subscribe. add it to your faves. love me madly. and here’s matt:
I must admit, it bemused and befuddled me why this priestess of depravity would even have an interest, no less a burning passion for this seemingly uber-conservative upper crust and IMHO utterly boring Brit turned Hollywood actor. Lets face it, Hugh is the King of Swoon for all those prissily dressed nice girls who love their boyfriends and kiss their mommy and daddys before they go to bed at night. The chicks who love the dare I say “chick flicks” that endlessly play on the Starz channels when there’s no testosterone in the room. But Patty? She would never fall for such frivolity. She would never fall for such a proper dull gent as he. She would never be interested in such a screen persona. Or would she? That’s it! It’s just a persona. Maybe there was another side to the dapper Mr. Grant. A dual persona; kind of like the Mormon Dual Jesus, but not really.
Than I remembered a tale from years ago. A tale so sordid that I tried to expunge it from overly obsessed mind. Apparently, I have not been successful. Wasn’t our hero arrested on Hollywood Boulevard for soliciting a hooker? Wait a minute, it wasn’t just an everyday washed up 35 year old crackwhore looking for another fix. It was a transvestite hooker. Oh, the sordity, the depravity not to mention the utter stupidity.
It all started to make sense to me. Patty wasn’t swooning over the Hugh that most of us see on the silver screen. She was swooning over the “other Hugh”, the reckless and raunchy Hugh that she could plainly see behind that snarky smile of his when he’s dazzling some on- screen harlot. I can finally rest now because life is once again making sense. Patty’s lust is justified; and the world is a better place for it.”
sibling sex on ice – not nice
so the results are in from my poll about who should win the heart of my one true love. and there were two – count em – two fucking votes for evil meghan!
to you two, my diplomatic, responsible blogger response is: “thank you for participating in my poll. i know you cast your vote with much thought and conviction. that’s all i can ask. power to the people.”
and my childish, knee-jerk reaction is: “how could you? off with your heads! and just so you know, the vote was 88% in my favor, so you don’t know jack.”
in my quest to be closer to my OTL, i’ve learned that he’s been traveling. he hasn’t been blogging, but he has tweeted some super hilarious stuff like:
“Is it wrong that I size myself up against every arab I see in the airport? You know…just in case…”
“What is lamer…. A 32 yr old that likes dave matthews band or 32 yr old that likes twilight?”
“A twin of the comic book guy from the simpsons is on my flight from pdx to chicago. He is my new favorite person ever. ”
isn’t he soooo funny? he just tickles me pink. i’ll have to let you know when there is a substantial development with our dalliance. but until then let’s turn to the real business at hand.
like why is this shit allowed in the motherfucking world olympics?
these two are brother and sister, people! and he’s titty-fucking her on ice. granted that takes mad skillz, but it’s between siblings. in the 2010 olympics there are four brother and sister figure skating couples. i don’t know their names but i do know they all share the same surname. color me cross-eyed.
c’mon, in couples skating there are crotches skimming faces, thighs being squeezed, hips held with intensity, deep stares into each other’s eyes … this is foreplay. and choreographed foreplay at that.
this will lead to copulation.
and don’t be all up in my grill that they’re just acting cuz you just lost the debate with that argument. we all know actors are infamous for humping their costars. and that’s fine by me because they’re not fucking blood relatives.
woody allen and soon-yi? fine. ashton kutcher and rumer willis? fine. (okay that didn’t happen yet). all fine as long as you don’t share the same dna.
what’s your take? should this incestuous dance be condoned and celebrated by the world or should we let the sibling lovers pretend to be just skating partners because they’ve worked so hard and do it oh so beautifully?
cast your vote: meghan vs. me
if you’ve been reading my blog the last couple days, you know all about the intrigue surrounding me and my one true love (OTL). if you haven’t been following, def catch up because tensions and pheromones are mounting.
so you might remember the other girl, evil meghan, who also thinks my OTL is smitten with her. she is always the first to weigh in whenever he has a new post. i don’t know why she is so obsessed with him, the two of them aren’t going anywhere.
anyfreeze, since evil meghan is the antithesis of me, i.e., dark, brooding, exotic, and gothy, i thought i’d put it to a vote. this should be easy for you because you can tell just about everything you need to know from an avatar.
my dirty little secret
everyday i fall in love all over again on the internet. the honesty, humor, cleverness, and likenesses to myself i find out there in the blogosphere just reel me in. i get all school girl giddy. (even over girls, but that’s just my idolatry problem rearing its ugly head.) but this time it’s for realz.
i have a RAGING crush on a certain male blogger. i’m convinced he is my true love and that he feels the chemistry too. even though we have never seen each other in person, or direct messaged/emailed each other, there are some major vibes flowing between us over these omnipotent internet waves. and it’s only a matter of time before things escalate. see if you agree. . .
i can’t recall how we discovered each other but i remember commenting on his blog post 10 Best Albums of the Decade. (no, i’m not linking to this post and sharing his identity. that would leave me vulnerable to jinxing. and besides if he reads this, then he will know it’s him and will be encouraged by my affirmation of requited love.)
because music is one of my greatest loves, practically anytime a guy is into cool music (translation: the kind i like), my libido is gonna start jumping. on his list were some of my absolute faves:
weezer–green album
john butler trio–sunrise over sea
the shins–oh inverted world
radiohead–kid a or pick one (pick one! he’s a radiohead head, too!)
the flaming lips–yoshimi battles the pink robots
not long after this, my hotty commented on my Top 10 TV Shows of the Decade post and that’s when i was pretty sure i had hooked him. i became obsessed and the stalking began (don’t snicker, he’s def doing it, too). i made sure to comment on his posts everyday and i became a fan of his facebook page (actually he’s sort of a celebrity and has an amazing tv writing/producing and even an acting history).
at some point we started following each other on twitter, but for the life of me, i can’t remember who initiated that either.
anyfreeze, one time i commented on his post about the movie leap year with amy adams agreeing that adam scott who is also in the movie is a dickhead. he liked that comment and replied back.
of course, there’s this girl, meghan, who chimes in on his every post, too. from her thumbnail she looks to be one of those dark, gothy, exotic looking chicks (i.e., evil). just the opposite of me. he replies to her comments, too, but i can tell they are half-hearted compared to the way he replies to me.
when i commented on his conan vs. jay post that chelsea handler would be the one set of cojones still standing, he replied that chelsea’s “i used to be a slut” bit couldn’t last. however, he put it ever so nicely. we don’t have to agree on everything to still be crazy crushing on one another.
to his post pondering why he doesn’t get invited to sex toy parties, i sent him a link to my girls bore me post in which i assert maybe if men were invited to these things, there might be some potential for fun. to which he replied “hmmm.” i’m still dying to know exactly what he was thinking. why was he hiding his thoughts? it had to be that he was afraid meghan or some other girlfriend who obvs doesn’t hold a candle to me was reading the thread.
then one time he tweets, “going to throw a dart: vegas, portland, portsmouth, boston.”
i tweet back, “come to philly.”
he says, “i’d rather light myself on fire than live in philly.”
i die inside. and ask, “why, cuz i’m here?”
he answers, “i hate your baseball team, your hockey team… and the general attitude of your sports fans. that is a good start. : )”
i’m sure he’s confusing philly teams/fans with new york, but that’s neither here, nor there. what’s important to note is the smiley face he puts at the end. he wanted to reassure me that it didn’t have anything to do with me!
lately, he hasn’t replied to my comments with the same zeal, but then he posted everything sucks or is meh and within this post was this:
“In looking at my life I am more professionally accomplished than I have ever been. I am making more money than I ever have. My dating and love life is fine. And really by all accounts everything is fine, except for some reason I have become a negative and miserable human being. It got to the point where I wasn’t enjoying anything on any level. It has been pretty scary.”
THERE IT IS! there is a another girl, but that someone rates as a four-letter F word: fine. in this context, fine is not the foxy fine, but the mediocre fine. and clearly she is not cutting the mustard if he’s become so depressed and forlorn, and can longer enjoy things like U2 concerts and beer.
so that’s how i know he secretly wants me, too. his emptiness is a direct result of my not being in his life.
the anticipation of wondering when the secret will break is just sooo titillating. soon he will confess that he can’t take his mind off of me and must have me. when that direct message arrives, i’m going to melt.
it’s going to be any day now, but i can wait. sometimes the dreaming is the best part.
UPDATE February 18
so my one true love (OTL) hasn’t posted anything on his blog today for me to read and capture more of his essence. commenting on his posts is one of the highlights of my day. i imagine him lighting up when my name appears in his comments and that he falls a little deeper every time he reads my witty take on his humorous post. he probably envisions us laughing our heads off together for all of eternity as the world becomes our own private joke and continually ignites our passion.
i guess he hasn’t read my blog either since my Top 10 TV Shows of the Decade post, but i’m certain this is because of his funk that i told you about yesterday. by his own admission he can’t enjoy things anymore, even the things that require no effort because they automatically make us feel good. and i bet that he and mediocre girl are fighting about something stupid like where to order the pad thai and he’s wondering why am i with her when we can’t even agree on delivery and i now know my OTL, who thinks just like me, is out there. poor guy.
i’m a little down, too, because of his absence. (we’re always so in sync.) but i know he won’t fail me. can’t you just sense it too?
People that have to GO: Veggie Girl
By Guest Blogger Sparklinglegend (yet another cheese celebrity couple name)
You have likely encountered this woman at an overpriced, organic food store like Whole Foods, or at a yipster coffee shop, drinking coffee with soy milk and typing on her “earth friendly” MAC-book-pro; made from 99% recycled materials, with a biodegradable screen and reclaimed hard drive. If you are a guy, you may even have been unfortunate enough to have dated her.
You don your finest frock, drown yourself in cheap but decent smelling cologne and prepare for a date with the dreamy girl you met outside Whole Foods (first mistake). You pick her up, she seems like a regular girl. She is not wearing a vegetarian identification badge or a necklace made of eucalyptus leaves to warn you of her leaf related exploits. Your waiter comes to take your orders. You order your usual, the House Rump Roast and ask that it be moo-ing and walk itself onto your plate.
She orders the “Rain forest Salad” with tofu, croûtons and nine different plants that sound like names of Star Trek characters. You naturally assume her meal is a starter and that she just has a healthy appetite (a good sign). Your food comes, dripping with blood and causing you salivate. You tuck in enthusiastically, being careful to eat in a calm, dignified manner (see 10 things not to do on a date: date killing 101). After a while you look up to see if your date is enjoying her meal. She is not eating, instead she is staring at your succulent juicy steak while silent tears drip down her face.
Embarrassed you look away to give her time to compose herself. Suddenly the tears are no longer silent, she has broken out into noisy sobs causing everyone in the restaurant to look at you as though you were Kanye West. It suddenly becomes clear, she in fact ONLY ordered the Rain forest Salad and the tantalizing smell of your well-chosen meal is too much for her starving body.
You are pretty pissed off, after all she could have easily ordered her own House Rump Roast, but she is really hot and besides the bodybuilders in the corner look as though they are about to jump up and call you outside. You could definitely take them but you’d rather avoid a scene. “Would you like a piece of my steak?” She looks at you in total disgust, her jaw on the table “I. don’t. eat. meat, it’s cruel to animals,” she hisses. She jumps up, “Murderer” she screams and runs out of the restaurant leaving you to grab your half-eaten cow and get out before the body builders reach you.
Why this person needs to go
We get it, a vegetarian diet is healthy. However, you don’t have to give vegetarians a bad name by being annoying about it. It does not make you better or more humane than the rest of the world to choose to be vegetarian. You simply chose not to eat meat, yet in many instances you go to great pains to emulate its taste, occasionally eating fish, beetles and worms which in your mind somehow managed to elude being animals. The illustration below is of a food pyramid detailing what food is appropriate for human consumption.
In conclusion, it is perfectly acceptable and natural to eat meat and by no means disgusting. The human body is capable of digesting it after millions of years of evolution. This is not an accident. If you want to do something to save the innocent animals out there I have an idea. Jump right in between a lion and it’s prey. Inform the lion on the benefits of a veggies only diet and see what it thinks.
What to do with this person
Save a tree, eat a vegetarian.
What ever you do one thing is clear…”Veggie Girl” has got to go!
If you like the kind of wisdom you found in this post, be sure to read more from our guest blogger’s site @ http://www.stuff-about.com/
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hey guys, save teabagging for the bedroom
my good friend kyle told me that he wanted to quit drinking coffee and start drinking tea. he said he was reading outside magazine and that tea is loaded with antioxidants, helps maintain good prostate health, and trims the waistline. fuck that noise. eat more nuts and berries, go rogue every now and again, and ride your damn cannondale. tea is for pussies.
oh sure guys in india, japan, and the UK slam down tea like real boys slam down cold ones during pre-game. but do you really wanna model yourself after this guy:
tea causes leprechaun-like ear growth. and he’s obviously a cross-dresser. not that there’s anything wrong with that. but he chose this bow-wow with eroded tea teeth syndrome (ETTS):
over this beautiful fairy-tale princess with pearly whites:
and anyway, i’m talking about red-blooded american males here. could you imagine the marlboro man sitting around the campfire with his other cowboy buds drinking a pot of fine white peony tea? (i had to look up the name of a good tea here.) exactly, because these dudes wear spurs not kilts.
and do you think joe dimaggio, mr coffee himself, would have ever hawked a tea-pot? no, because he was a manly man yankee baseball superstar and husband of marilyn monroe.
but, i could see this bitch peddling tea petals:
i’m not even gonna start talking about the hackneyed extended pinky grip or the fruity shit that is served with tea:
but if you quit drinking coffee, and start drinking tea, then i think you should give up the burger, too. that’s just how it works. it’s a slippery slope my friend.
i’m a little tea-pot short and stout. here is my handle, where is my cock?