Allegedly born at sea in hostile international waters to an affluent WASP-y couple sometime during the Reagan administration, from the start, Taylor has always been one to break from the conventional and ponder the deepest questions in life. Why are we somewhere instead of nowhere, or in Scandinavia? Is there a purpose to life, or for corn holders? Why is it so difficult to accept our own absurd meaninglessness and realize that no matter how hard we try, that one barbecue Kimchi stain just won't come out? Raised in a spacious suburban upper-middle class mansion surrounded by no fewer than two whites-only country clubs, Taylor managed to overcome the countless obstacles facing the modern white American male, and ended up somewherenear the poverty line. During his heroic journey down thesocioeconomic ladder, Taylor managed to attend severalsemesters of film school, read "The Complete FuckingMorons' guide to Existentialism and Home SandalRepair" (twice!), and eat enough microwave burritos to finally get the free T-shirt. Today Taylor divides most of his time between his day job as an artificial bovine inseminator for the United States meat lobby, and his collaboration on two legendarily obscure web series: the edgy sketch comedy collective Laugh, You Bastards!, and the not-quite-as-edgy-but-entertaining- nonetheless sitcom, Rocky Mountain Oysters. The rest of the time he spends mired in a wilderness of cynicism and ennui, where he lightly plagiarizes Woody Allen and focuses on growing out his beard. Also, he still devotes time to solving all the eternal questions of humanity. I mean, seriously. Just hold the goddamn corn cob with your fingers--not with corn holders, like a bitch. P.S. His website, urbanslacker.com, is still under construction, proving the appropriateness of the domain name.