i was rifling through my notebook that i carry EVERYWHERE to write down ideas/make lists of things i’m supposed to do when i’m not so drunk, when i stumbled upon a page that had “SHIRTS” written at the top, and bunch of random words scribbled below it. at first i was all, “what the fuck are these from?” and THEN i was totally like, “OMG I SHOULD DESIGN SHIRTS FOR MARC.” wouldn’t that be great? a typical day would be like this:
MARC: matt, i need see your designs for those MbMJ shirts THAT I ASKED YOU FOR TWO DAYS AGO.
MATT: the ones you’re going to sell and give the profits to a charity or whatever?
MATT: well, here’s what i have so far…it’s super sketchy and whatever but…
MATT: what do you think?
MARC: i think your ability to offend all walks of life is uncanny. and i think you should leave.