The first of five short films we did a month or two ago with Rocco. In this short, we experience firsthand the life of Mickey Taylor, an obnoxious little moron who has no place in modern society. Or so the narrator would have you believe...Mickey would actually fit in well with modern society, don't you think? Manners have became rarer and rarer since the fifties. If only Mickey could steal Marty McFly's DeLorean and make it to the present, he'd finally have somewhere he could fit right in. No, I'm not bitter, cynical and depressed.
WARNING: Every riff is entirely improvised, typically after the riffers have consumed copious amounts of alcohol (not every time). There will be occasional coarse language and plenty of lame jokes. So, we go for the low-hanging fruit a lot, and even then, we fall flat sometimes. Oh, and we don't own anything other than an old computer and some (legal, store-bought copies of) movies, so please don't sue us!
