I’d like to thank everyone who came out to see our movie last night at the Alamo Drafthouse. So, thank you.

Also, if you didn’t come to it, you missed out big time, because we TOTALLY WON THE FUCKING CONTEST. Oh, yes, my friends. I just used uppercase letters. And the reason is because our movie won the contest and we got a cool hundred dollars for our brilliance.

The finalists were us, a thing about how cats like to eat fish, and a guy playing drums (poorly) while singing (poorly) top 40 hits from the late 80s, all while superimposed (poorly) against scenes from movies like Top Gun, Ben Hur, and Pee Wee’s Big Adventure. That last one was actually very hilarious for the first five or six minutes, but it kept going for a half an hour and the premise quickly went from brilliant to mind-numbingly awful faster than you could say ‘Su-Sussudio.’ (which he did several times, poorly.)

I don’t know if we won on account of what we were up against, or because people actually liked our film, but the fact remains: WE WON, AND NOW WE HAVE $100. (until we spent 86 of that hundred dollars on booze and hookers after the show.)

Thanks again for coming. That is all.