Likes: a bunch of stuff, Jewish food, ethan's beard, people laughing at his jokes, Jones Soda, your mom...not necessarily in that order.
Dislikes: pants and the sound caused by fingernails scraping against chalkboards.
Height: flamingo
Age: old enough to be your brother

Matt hails from beautiful Southern California, where girls wear nothing but bikinis all year long. Oddly enough, he was born with a British accent, but lost it at the tender young age of 11, when he was involved in a freak accident with a tennis ball and a leaf blower.

He wants to thank all the little people he stepped on to get to where he is, including Tobias, the his leprechaun next-door neighbor, and Our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ. He would also like to extend deepest sympathies to the family of Boris Petriovitch Smyritarsky, the chief safety inspector of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant.

Matt is so excited to be a part of Bad Grammer, mostly because the other two improv groups smell like canned cheese. Bad Grammer, on the other hand, smells like fresh cheese. And that makes all the difference.

Matt aspires to one day be the first person to set foot on the moon.