To the person who found this blog by searching the term armpits smell like fish tacos, thank you for making my day.  I’ve often wondered the same about my own armpits.

A friend mentioned that perhaps I should be concerned at the alarming number of people who land on this site by searching other similar terms such as poops in pants, pee myself, mullet strippers, I want to pee on you, pee pee accident, or one of my all-time personal favorites: my chocolate office.  As if somehow these terms define me.  Puh-lease! This conglomeration of words has not even begun to scratch the surface of who I am as a person.  If you twisted my arm and forced me to come up with a list of self-defining search terms, it would start with something a little more like: cranky bitch, stankafied feet, likes to flash herself in the bathroom mirror at work when she is bored, hizzot, lover of sesquipedalia, why don’t people touch themselves more?, a little pee never hurt anyone, etc. 

You get the idea.