Everything You Wanted to Know About Me But Were Afraid to Ask (including what’s with the stupid name for this blog)

DonotgetsickinthesinkKaren lives in Philadelphia with a patient husband and a lovesick cat.

Oh, yeah, and one time she was crossing Long Island Sound on a ferry during a terrible storm. The boat was tossing and turning. The passengers’ stomachs were turning and tossing. So the ship’s crew just got really tired of cleaning the sink in the restroom and that’s when they stuck this sign on the mirror in there.  And for some reason she thought that would be a good name for a blog.

This blog is meant to be humorous.  Whether or not I achieve humorosity (is that a word?) is up to you to decide. Please, for the love of God, if you find me funny or not, do not email me requests for tata pics, or hooha pics. While I do write about sex, this does not mean I want to have sex with you, nor do I want to show you my tatas or my hooha (yes, this goes even if you’re ready and willing to show me your ding dong).  If you actually read this blog, and you still think you want to have sex with me, there is something very, very wrong with you.

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26 thoughts on “Everything You Wanted to Know About Me But Were Afraid to Ask (including what’s with the stupid name for this blog)

  1. You’re from Philadelphia, wonderful! I came to your blog from freshly pressed and am happily looking to subscribe. Good to know we got some great area talent!

    • I got sick in a sink twice, so I think that means I win. Or something.
      Very cute post on your blog. I love that you turn something so mundane (the arrival of a new dishwasher) into a rumination on an embarrassing moment.

  2. If humorosity is not a word, it should be ;-) Thanks for stopping by (and following!) “Not Pretending (to be sane)”, where I strive for humorosity also while expressing my insane self.
    I look forward to reading your blog :-)

  3. I haven’t even got to read your blog yet, but the name made me shamefully laugh. I am a sink puker myself. Just can’t bring myself to put my face where everyone puts their ass.

    • Oh, Gosh. Well, I hope you do read it. I’m afraid you may be disappointed, however. There’s not much talk of sinks. Or puking. A little bit about asses . . .

      I just added you to my follows. I look forward to reading more of your work :)

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