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"I'm kind of a big deal around here, so, you know, okay, yeah."
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More About Matt
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Occupation:
corporate executive officer of being shy and lazy
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Affiliations:
affiliate this!
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Hobbies and Interests:
newspaper, sauteeing, stewing, microbrewery, philosophy, facial hair, yo-yo, pogo stick, lists, spanish, guitar, spanish guitar, spanish fly, eton, railroads, developing countries, developed countries, spades, random lumps that may or may not be tumors
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Favorite Books:
a confederacy of dunces, city of quartz, death of ivan ilyich, catcher in the rye, man's fate, the stranger, hunger, ham on rye, the fuck up, la weekly, chicago reader
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Favorite Movies:
magnolia, smoke, high fidelity, third man, citizen kane, wet hot american summer, insider, hurlyburly, suburbia, tape, mallrats, ikiru, badlands, american splendor, don't look back
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Favorite Music:
pixies, radiohead, ylt, non prophets, minutemen, le tigre, broken social scene, built to spill, wilco, tortoise, waits, newman, dylan, boards of canada, trail of dead, velvet underground, tribe, pharcyde, arcade fire
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Favorite TV Shows:
the family guy, the office, the simpsons, home movies, curb your enthusiasm, band of brothers
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About Me:
I'm kind of a big deal around here, so, you know, okay, yeah.
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Who I Want to Meet:
the oldest person in the world
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Testimonials and Comments for Matt
with your girlfriend.
" Did she keep screaming Youre stretching
me! Youre stretching me! with you too?"
and I didn't notice until he was gone for three
months. That's because he stole my heart
too. And 'cause Matt's a hot girl.
them shit all over everything I owned,
because he was afraid of them. Later , I
saved his life. Not sure why, in the long run.
fluffer, I asked if he knew what that meant, a
little concerned he said no, but liked the way
the word felt in his hands. On any given 3rd
Tuesday in August you can can find Matt
sitting in a kiddie pool with 5 or 6 ethnically
diverse chinese children reciting the lines
from John Waters 1972 classic Pink
Flamingos. MATT LOVE the KIDS. With the
ability to blow his nose on cue, Matt is a
force to be reckoned with. One time Matt
was drawing, as he called them chu-chu
trains, on the back of my toilet seat, then he
punched me. One time Matt was able to
explain to me in great detail why in this
quickly evolving dystopian American culture
we have no understanding of future purpose
and no connection with past endeavors, but
I forgot it all. When I asked him to repeat it,
he punched me. Matt likes to eat
Gorgonzola cheese, he's a staunch
supporter of anything rhyming with the word
hematoma, and he's never played with
Legos. He could easily eat us all if he
wanted to. I'm not fucking around. His
appetite is only exceeded by the length of
his mullet, which is only as dense as his
understanding of stapler mechanics, and his
closet full of little shoes. MATT LOVE the
KIDS.
I am worried one day he may kill me
and my kind in order to achieve some
sort of ultimate end. Fuck man, that
is worrisome.