In keeping with my blogging goals as outlined earlier this week, I am switching from “Blogs I Endorse” to “Highlighted Blog of the Month” on the middle sidebar, and as I mentioned then, this month’s highlighted blog is:
Well, first, I’m not going to lie. When I first saw Renal Failure’s blog and looked at his sidebar with his cast of “Main Renal Players” from Anonymous Doug to Tina The Lesbian, I thought, “I don’t get this,” and I don’t know any lesbians up here in the woods of northcentral Pennsylvania, although I’m sure they’re here, since the daughters of Sappho are everywhere.
I mean, I’m not a big fan of anime, with all those big eyes and the characters Engrish sometimes reminds me of this:
So anyway, with all that said, I delved into this world of crazy hometown superheroes that also includes a half-real cat/half robot-cat (The F? yes, exactly what I thought), mainly because I didn’t know what the hell was going on and was thinking maybe I could figure out what the hell was going on…
…and you know what I found?
No, not Jesus, because Avonia the Wiccan Pimp doesn’t believe in him, and doesn’t think she needs him no matter what Brit Hume says.
No, I haven’t even completely figured out what the hell is going on even though rf, as he signs off each post, gives lots of clues with his Turn Back The Renal Clock posts.
But what I have found is a blog I like, because of posts like this, “The Dalai Lama Houses Jesus At Golf,” and this, “If Chuck Norris blows up a plane, who’s going to stop him?” and even this, “If you look to your left, you can see the Great Lakes. If you look to the right, some guy’s crotch is on fire.” Odd thing is that The Wife and I were discussing Brit Hume’s asinine thoughts on Tiger, and I was thinking of an appropriate response myself.
Luckily, rf was able to provide such a response, and with commentary on golf and Tiger’s cock, to boot.
If nothing else, Renal Failure is up-to-date on current events and if you want to be up-to-date on current events, you better get to his blog at http://renalfailure.wordpress.com.
If not, Tag Larkin might have to come visit you to update you on the state of his fist in your solar plexus.
Tag Larkin thinks you’ll be bent over in a world of pain, my friend, and Tag Larkin doesn’t think you want that.