Patty Punker is my alter ego. Patty is true to her punk self and doesn’t give a fuck what people think about it. Patty goes balls out on Saturday nights and can’t live without Franzia, Nicorette gum, live music, rubber ducks in her tub, and the F word.

Without Patty, I’d be just another robot writing soulless copy in corporate america so I can get affordable health insurance while having a few pre-existing conditions.

This blog is where I rock out. Because I’m really a chick bass player in my own mind.

If you’re easily offended, you probably shouldn’t stick around. Unless you leave comments or place ads.  If you can do both, you might become Patty’s best friend or sponsor (attention Franzia). 

Ask Patty Punker anything you’d like, just be prepared for the depraved response you might get.  Tell her a good story or inquire about placing an ad below …