Hi, I’m Rae and I’ll Be Your Murderer Today

by Rae Carruth's Trunk, My Brain Says Rage

Well here it is: day one of Epic Carnival, the apparent “Superblog.” A Superblog is much like a Supergroup, it may be good, but you won't really know until the first album comes out. While you may already be readers of several of the other blogs on this site I am pretty sure you have no idea who the hell I am, so let me take this first post to give you a little background on who I am and why I’m here.

On this blog and my main blog My Brain Says Rage, I go by Rae Carruth’s Trunk. This is of course named after the pregnant girlfriend murdering football star. At My Brain Says Rage we find such stories hilarious because between my writing partner StegoSaurus and I, we could be the two sickest bastards on the planet. We are proud to say MBSR is the most offensive website on the internet that doesn’t include child porn (at least on the unprotected pages).

So why the hell are we here? Simply put, we were picked to provide what few of the other authors have a lot of experience in, rape and murder jokes. Oh yeah and profanity. Profanity by the fuckload. MBSR didn’t start out as a sports blog and while the sports blog community has embraced us like StegoSaurus embraces small boys, we still aren’t a sports blog. Simply put, we write comedy and sports often make it really easy. If you are looking for intelligent conversation, insightful analysis or breaking information, you will find it on Epic Carnival, but probably not from me. If you need a quick laugh at the expense of someone less fortunate, then seek out my posts.

So buckle up and get ready for a major glut of sports content goodness. Epic Carnival is here for all your sports blogging needs. There are over 30 bloggers, each with their own specialty. NFL, MLB, college sports and soccer, there is someone knowledgeable and interested in it all. Epic Carnival will be a virtual caravan of intelligent sports talk. And if you don’t mind, I’ll be on top of the train waving my dick at horrified onlookers, providing nothing of substance.

But hey, I promise you’ll remember me.