Matt sure does lead an interesting life. This might be quote of the month:
Matt Ganucheau introduced the Moaning Lisa to a receptive audience at Arse Elektronika in San Francisco this weekend, although Lisa herself didn’t seem to be in the mood. Oh, she moaned all right, when Matt fondled her…
The above is a still frame from the Apocalypto teaser trailer. This is not a photoshoped image. It’s a creepy image of a grinning Mel Gibson, looking like Saddam Hussein (or Ted Kazanski as Matt suggested) with some sort of hand rolled cigarette dangling from his lip, leaning against a white-face-painted child actor from Apocalypto. This is just one single frame from the trailer.
I’m going to steer clear of the obvious jokes not only in regards to Mel’s arrest last year in which he went off on an antisemitic rant, but also his views on Jewish people in general and, of course, his views on women. I’m also going to steer clear of the craxy Mel jokes that are readily available all over teh internets. And I’m not even going to touch on the delicious irony that white supremacist Mel is posing with a group of children painted WHITE. Instead I’ll just let the still frame speak for itself. Just know this deer reader; the above image of Mel Gibson is the equivalent of an image surfacing of Tom Cruise trowing feces around a room while having sex with a man.
To see the frame in its original state view the Apocalypto teaser trailer then pause it when you see the monkey in the flashing montage about 3/4 the way through, then go backwards frame by frame for about 5-10 frames. Then you will see creepy Mel and the white boys.
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Here we have Sir Whitesox Cat begging for some of Matthew Ganucheau’s pot pie.. No Whitesox. That’s a bad kitty. NO WHITESOX THAT IS MATT’S POT PIE!
This is also the cutest picture of Whitesox EVAR.
A gut yor!
This is Matthew. He’s a Jew. Whenever he writes his name out he has to include a footnote so that everyone knows this. Matthew is reading Who’s Your Mama, Are You Catholic and Can You Make a Roux? Matthew thinks he will find all of the answers inside this [...]
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Back during the summer, while Satchel was visiting me in Boston, he and I ventured out to the South Station bus terminal to rescue a biologist from the Peter Pan Bonanza. [NOTE: The preceding sentence will probably only ever make sense to three people.] Whilst waiting [...]
