Well, I don’t normally write posts about such trivial things as a new blog buddy. I do have more important chores to complete, such as airing the space between my toes.
But this new blog is astonishing.
It is the electronic representation of the combined efforts of three supermen, two of whom you already have intimate knowledge off, the third you will get to know with a relentless flurry of words inspired by the Lord above.
An unassuming name, I know. One you might glance at without registering, I’m sure. But what will soon be an explosive force within the blogosphere, tearing up old traditions and replacing them with unconventional wisdom practised only by these three heroes, I’m certain.
A man you already know from Mac10. His true aim is only equalled by his ferocious power. The spray might kill you if you are not quick enough to sidestep. His brings Old Age Wisdom to the triumphant trio.
From the Excrement Sect. M is cloaked in shadows; the only glimpse of him is that of his hands rolling hit after hit off his PC. A man of his word and of the world, not to be trusted with a knife in your back. He is the brute force, from behind, in your face.
And Three: D Meehan.
A man known to me alone for many years, as he is my brethren, my blood, my brother. He will land from a great height upon you, unknown to you, and enter your mind through any available orifice, to sacrifice your senses to the God’s of tireless torment. You may never remember what he did to you, but your children will know and their children will draw pictures of it while asleep. His wit will lullaby you to drowsy rest, a blade caressing your throat.
And the Lord said:
“Let there be Retard Vegas, where everyone is a loser.”
And it was so.