Makeson Drinxon Official Statement

In Light of Recent Rumors

Though we usually don’t like to fuel the fire of bad journalism with an outward response to accusations and assumptions made by the media and public outlets, we feel now is the time to be clear under such libelous claims from this trashy “Borfes Magazine,” or whatever they call themselves.

Let us state it plainly: There is not one, not one single ounce of the recent “John Brames Gone” clickbait garbage published by this supposed periodical that holds any bit of truth, aside from the fact that Tim O’Brien is working with The SuperPAC on the current Makeson Drinxon John Brames John web film project.

Their incendiary hate speech does little more than gain the clicks and views of empty wet brains. We’re not sure how much it costs to employ a fact checker or editor of any kind, but it must be out of their budget.

Here’s some facts for you:

Barton Everett is a wannabe son to a shit father that wasn’t really his. He chews cheese and smells of it badly. His magazine stinks even worse.

If you want a war, a war you will get, Borfes. You have been warned.

The Name’s John, Brames John!

As we fast approach the premiere of Makeson Drinxon’s Enter the Drinxon: The Makeson Drinxon Way, we’d like to take the opportunity now to get to know our film’s star– Tim O’Brien!

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“Makesing The Nexxxt John Brames John”

 In the whipping heat of the summer of ’15, our casting and talent agents, with the aid of our creative servants, set out across the land in search of our Brames.

A truly open call– not held to gender, genital, race, or even species– the mission was long and tiring. An assistant director quit. A bus was lost. Several crew interns even met their ends in the heat and frothy savagery.

But after weeks of desert toiling, a talent emerged so raw and fully refined, it nearly defied the realm of possibility.

“Tequila… & Brandy. …However that’s served.”

Hailing from the snowcapped hoagie huts of America’s New England, O’Brien worked on race cars for eighteen years before being hit by a semi somewhere outside Concord, New Hampshire at the age of 24.

After striking up a portion of a relationship with the trucklady who struck him, O’Brien traveled the country as her mover and weekend uke bassist for the better part of a year. It was in this time that he discovered his love for boozed up hookers. And the stage.

While detailing ukeleles in Sabo San Jerry, his talents with an edger got him a one-way ticket to the bright lights of sunny Los Angeles, and he hasn’t looked back since.

Three nights he spent under an overpass, and one more on a park bench set at a Universal backlot before stumbling upon a busload of actors. On their way to a chance at being only the SECOND PERSON EVER TO PORTRAY THE LEGENDARY JOHN BRAMES JOHN.

Unfortunately for those sick idiots, Tim O’Brien was the only man who’d be given that chance. –

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The Name’s John, Brames John.