by Charles Carreon
Click here to play "Don't Mess With
My Mom," sung by Charles Carreon
(Dedicated to Matthew Inman of the
I'm the pterodactyl killa'
From the City of Tucson
Ya' mess with me baby,
Come and get it on.
There's never been a fight that I backed away from,
So next time remember,
Don't mess with my Mom.
You make fun of my name,
The noble Carreon,
We came here with Cortez,
And our legacy lives on.
The battles that we fight
Are the ones that must be fought.
When the smoke clears, Matt,
Your army will be gone.
Next time remember,
Don't mess with my Mom.
Your allies are the fools
Who cut and paste all day.
They think they're important,
But their anger is impotent.
They say nasty things,
But they don't get paid.
Their ignorance is deep,
So ya' get 'em on the cheap.
Your humor's scatological,
Your mind is pathological.
Did someone drop you on your head,
When you were in your baby-bed?
Did they take away your rattle,
And teach you how to tattle?
Whatever the reason,
You have committed treason
Against decency and sanity,
You're offensive to humanity.
But never fear --
I'm here to liberate you.
There's no chinks in my armor,
So I don't have to hate you.
I raise up the sword
That vanquishes disorder
I place you without passion
In the matter transporter.
You see, winged reptiles
aren't needed here.
What we need is thoughtful people
Who are decent and sincere.
So get behind me, Satan!
You're just a bit of roadkill,
Like the thief of Sex.Com,
Just another fool,
Who thought he was the bomb.
Next time, Mr. Inman,
Don't talk about my Mom.
Question: Any relation between
Matthew Robert Inman and Bobby Ray Inman? A grandson, perhaps?
Andrew: How do you respond to someone who says, “This is the worst comic
I ever saw in my life"?
Matt: When I used to work for people I had this sense of diplomacy. I
had to respond like, “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way. I appreciate
your criticism,” and blah, blah, blah. Now I work for myself and really
no one can control what I say. So usually I tell them that I slept with
their mom or I say the most vile, awful thing I can think of. If you
read my Twitter account, it is like Hitler’s port-a-potty. It’s the
worst thing that you’ve ever seen, just this awful stuff that I say to
my critics on there. Just to troll them, mostly. So that’s usually how I
respond to it. Like a drunk 15 year old, I think, is the best way to put
Andrew: What about in the beginning when you were going into Digg and
you knew that if you won this group of people over, they’d send you
massive traffic and if you turned them into haters, they’d bury you and
you wouldn’t get anything from them. At that point, weren’t you nervous?
Matt: Yeah. At that point, I wouldn’t have gotten on Digg and been like,
“Hey, your mom and I made love under the stars. Ha ha ha. I liked it.”
That probably wouldn’t go over so well. But now I’m kind of at this
comfortable level. And part of my writing style and the persona that I
have online is sort of this crass, bloated, obese, drunk monster. So, in
the beginning, you’re absolutely right, probably insulting my critics
wouldn’t have gone over so well....
Matt: I think the feedback that has changed my comics somewhat wasn’t
from comments, it was from traffic. I found that certain themes, that if
I attack, will actually drive traffic like crazy and that other things
In particular, writing about a gripe. It’s the stand-up routine where
someone gets up there and says, “What’s the deal with airline food?” You
take that and you apply it to a comic. Those ones go crazy. Like,
“Things That You Shouldn’t Do In E-Mail,” “How to Suck at Facebook,”
“Words You Should Stop Misspelling,” these are all gripes. That was one
that changed. But that is, hopefully the one that stands alone. I try to
make things that I think are funny and that I enjoy. But the gripe one
is one that I sort of embellished a little more because it seemed to
resonate with people.
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