Wtf did I just listen to? This was one crazy ass ride down the El Camino de la Muerte. There were some truly gross out and laugh out loud moments for sure.

I would be lying if I said that this one didn’t lose me a couple of times while listening to it in the car, but I seemed able to recover and get back on board with little difficulty…for the most part. There was a whole lot of bizarro going on here. Possibly too much. I don’t even know if that is possible, but it felt like it.

The basic premise here was good and the story itself was written very well. Mr. Carbuncle definitely has skills. If I was more versed in the genre it may have clicked more for me, it just seemed to get a wee repetitive in theme in a few parts and may have been better served (for me) in a shorter format.

I will definitely keep an eye out for more from this author.

*I received a review copy of the audiobook from the author in exchange for an honest review and this was it.

This book was described as humourous, which it had funny moments, but I found the book to be deeply depressing.
I wasn't turned off so much by the toilet humour [but why have a note for 'cutting the cheese'?] but the socio-aspects of the "loser" protagonist, homeless characters, knocking physical appearances of other characters, etc. was very shallow without exploring what made these people "losers". The drug use and depression issue being waived away by sterotypes when this archetype <i>is</i> your narrator is a cop-out.
If he truly thought of himself as a loser we'd get it by his actions other than "Hey so I'm a 35 year old who lives in his mom basement" as way of explanation.
This book is not Catcher in the Rye or The Bell-Jar and really I was asking too much of it.
The attitude irked me and I wasn't feeling the "Soo hilarious" reviews.
You can laugh with a character or laugh at a character and I wasn't in the mood to laugh at cliches of homeless people and aging bar sluts.
The TV show Arrested Development managed both tasks but this book didn't do it for me.

I can't stand these cliches of basing people's attributes on their jobs. My mistake for reading the kindle store description that the book was about a dog's roadtrip to Florida.
This story had some funny discussions between the characters but viewing women as strictly vaginas was too much of a turn-off for me. I'm not the target audience for this book.

I won a copy of this book through Goodreads giveaway and appreciate the opportunity to review it. I was intrigued by the premise and I do like the occasional bizarro but this one didn't do it for me. It was too random and chaotic for me to follow. Judging from the some of the higher ratings for this book, I can only draw a liquor comparison: Some people like brandy, I like scotch. This book was a quality brandy that my underdeveloped palate could not appreciate. It wasn't my thing but it could be yours.

A warning to those who laughed their way through Lance Carbuncle's first two bawdy romps. You will laugh through Sloughing Off the Rot too but it will be the kind of uncomfortable laughter that comes from handling donkey bezoars; a object you will be quite familiar with once you finished this bizarre masterpiece.

Carbuncle's new travesty is quite different than anything he wrote before. While the wicked humor is there, as well as the scatological word feast and the multitudes of cultural references from rock lyrics to literary and religious sources, the author has risen to a weird psychedelic form of seriousness; a tale that is a sort of The Wizard of Oz as told by Carlos Castaneda. It is an intense spiritual journey down a red brick road as John the Revelator, a man who wakes up in a cave with no sense of who he is and why he is there, travels through a purgatorial wilderness loaded with creatures like zombie-like Lunkheads and sexually irresistible Blumpkins. John is aided by a group of guides that feels an awful like a id, ego and superego set-up, not to mention the bezoar-puking Alf the Sacred Burro. All of this madness is steered by Carbuncle's manic over-the-top style that isn't afraid to offend and always entertains. Lance Carbuncle has already been proven to be one of the most original writers around. Sloughing off the Slough merely broadens and cements his already infamous reputation.

Sloughing Off the Rot - Lance Carbuncle Its the Wizard of Oz on crack. A mind bending tale of hallucinations of John. Who wakes up in a cave with no memory. Following the red brick road. With a guitar playing man turns out to be a heroic event.

At some points I had no idea what Lance was gooping together but as I read on I figured out the sloughing of the rod. This is my second Lance Carbuncle novel both being a helluva ride.

Some of the characters names were very unusual like; Two-Dogs-Fucking, Throws Like A Girl and Three Tooth. It was like some messed up Indian tribe from parts unknown.

If you want some bizarre fantasy with a horror to bash you in the head. Then find your self tangling with some new bug species "Lunkheads" then read "Sloughing off Your Rod"