The "My Other (Totally Non-Offensive!) Blogs" Offensive
22 Sep
Like most every other blogger out there, I am a deeply multifaceted soul who needs more than one outlet to express each of my, well, facets.
Therefore, I have tons of other blogs which help to keep me busy and to keep the general population a whole lot safer.
Unlike this loser, who obviously has no multifacisity whatsoever, nor an interest in public safety:
Along with Rammstein and tacos and running down eco tourists with my monster truck!
Hooyah!
Anyhoo, there are some offensive lines I refuse to cross even here, however, which is why I keep them on my other blogs.
I often resort to using aliases on some of them just so that I can feel free to blog my deepest, darkest, most delicious desires, like the ones you can read about on my Elephantitis of the Scrotum Fetish blog:
If so, that is just wrong and you need some serious help.
OK, so I do use a fake picture of me on my anti-Nazi blog, but that is only to keep from being unfairly attacked by all the uneducated haters who misunderstand me:
It is too an anti-Nazi blog!
Well, it is now.
That is an old screenshot and those were posts from before I realized that Nazism = facism and before I realized that Rammstein aren’t actually gay Nazis. Plus, my Jewish lawyer, Bernie, threatened to sue my ass if I didn’t take it down after I sent him a link.
For an Israelite, he has no sense of humor!!
Heh.
Neither do the FBI, who busted down my door like an army of Stormtroopers when they figured out that I was the alter ego behind this innocent little blog:
Believe me, I am just lucky that Jesus had run out of sticky “incense” to sell me before those guys showed up! Otherwise I may have ended up having to use it instead of offering them all blowjobs to get me out of trouble!
OK, I didn’t really offer them blowjobs. Instead I just showed them one of my other blogs and when they saw it they immediately realized they were not dealing with the type of person they thought I was:
Noooo, not THAT blog, I mean THIS one:
That’s right, that’s me.
So now you know the truth.
Oh, and don’t try busting my door down all Nazi style either (well unless you are Rammstein, they can do that any day!) because believe me, you’ll be sorry.
