Born on the mean streets of Long Island, Matt had to learn early on it was kill or be killed. It didn't help matters that he was a so-called "late bloomer"....he was just a 5 foot nothing, 97 pound weakling when he arrived at high school. Just to put that into perspective, Nicole Richie is 5'1, 96 pounds and Webster is 5'2, 109. So, first he tried karate...he broke his fourth and fifth metacarpal on some poorly constructed slab of brick. Also, karate is for pussies. Then, he tried to fit in and he signed up for the football team. The coach told him they didn't normally have male cheerleaders because the school had a don't ask, don't tell policy. Matt insisted he would make a really good tackling dummy/footstool for some of the larger players, so the coach let him play. And play he did, almost as well as Rudy. 1 career play, no stadium chants, no movie...you get the idea....so as a last ditch effort to save himself from relentless and gratuitous beatings that large high school boys give out to small ones, he decided to be the "jokster". It worked out ok, some other pipsqueak got the beatings that were usually reserved for Matt. Matt eventually hit puberty and can now only be described as average height, but he still carries the lessons he learned. Namely, being funny is a great way to stop getting atomic wedgies. Ever since then, he's been wowing them with a brand of comedy that can only be described as "funnier than I expected". His accolades are too vast to mentioned...well, an old bully gave him a big handshake and said "great show" the other day...and meant it. He will be a star. No doubt about it.