:: Maxim-um ::

Monday, June 23, 2003

Ok, who got me a subscription to Maxim? Very funny, good show, but feel free to cancel it anytime.

Posted by morland @ 12:45 PM

:: Comments ::

orland gimme your phone number because i am in NYC i'd like to hang out with MR. Qwirkiness himself and serve you fajitas and appletinis. Call my house 201 837 4232
love matty

Posted by: matty on June 23, 2003 02:21 PM

You fool. Remember that time when you were drunk and said, "I'm going to subscribe to Maxim!" and we were like, "No, dont,". And you still did. And now you're trying to pretend that you never said that?

Posted by: the guy who lives in vail on June 23, 2003 06:56 PM

The name on the subscription includes tell-tale signs that it was not I who purchased it.

Posted by: morland on June 24, 2003 09:40 AM

That's so weird. I also have a mysterious subscription to Maxim. WTF?

Posted by: Alex on June 24, 2003 09:45 AM

Who is this fucking impostor?! I am the original Matty, the Disco Daddy. Morland, I beseech you to repudiate yourself from this mountebank, posthaste!

Hey, you should see if Alex and Rob got Maxim too.

Posted by: Matty (the real one, dammit) on June 24, 2003 09:49 AM

morland- you put a fake name on it so that you could further distance yourself from your mysterious purchase. this is very much similar to the movie "Clue", well without Tim Curry. Martin Mull, however, will be posting shortly.

Posted by: the guy who lives in vail on June 24, 2003 04:49 PM

I was asked to read for a screenplay called "Clue 2: The Next Generation" where many a Manhattan-ite are sent copies of a terrible men's magazine. No one knows who sent them, and they are mysteriously called to a party in the East Village at one of the recipients apartments. What follows is a bunch of shenanigans where, in the end, the assailant is unveilied. I thought that it sucked, so I declined the $3,000 they were going to pay me.

Posted by: Colnel Mustard on June 24, 2003 04:53 PM

I was asked to read for a screenplay called "Clue 2: The Next Generation" where many a Manhattan-ite are sent copies of a terrible men's magazine. No one knows who sent them, and they are mysteriously called to a party in the East Village at one of the recipients apartments. What follows is a bunch of shenanigans where, in the end, the assailant is unveilied. I thought that it sucked, so I declined the $3,000 they were going to pay me.

Posted by: Colnel Mustard on June 24, 2003 04:53 PM

Don't call the fake Matty...its a trap.
The last thing you'll hear is,
"Foooooled yoouuuu" -Lord Dark Helmet

And speaking of magazine subscription tomfoolery, who the hell signed me up for The Economist?

Posted by: eben on June 24, 2003 05:35 PM

I did indeed get Maxim, but the "Dogg" added to my name was a bit over the top, no?

Posted by: Rob on June 27, 2003 05:15 PM

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