Hi, I'm Matthew Von Manahan. For the last six years me and some competent colleagues have been making a feature film from the basement of my Parent's house in Suburban Philadelphia.
It's everything you can imagine.
Since the project's inception we've been alienating ALL KINDS of people. I figure this blarf might be a good way to alienate more
My Parent's also have this dog named Jackson. He's a German Shepherd, but don't let the breed's reputation for savagery fool you. He's a fucking pussy and the runt of his litter. It's just ANNOYING I can't leave the basement anytime I want without him attacking my arms. But it's fine, I'll outlive him. When we started making this movie he was a puppy, now he already is having hip problems. (allegedly passed down through generations of imbreeding)
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I just finished watching this movie. I loved it. How the heck did you get Paul Gleason for it?
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