Those Aren't Muskets! are your port in a storm, your hot cup of tea on a cold winter's day, your daily dose of laughter-induced vomiting. Their dynamic new paradigm first synergized in 2007, when then-Heavyweight Champion of the World Abe "Ape" Epperson laid down his gloves in the ring, refusing to fight opponent Michael Swaim on the grounds that he "didn't want to hurt anyone anymore." The two embraced, the people of Mexico wept, and Those Aren't Muskets! was born. Since then, they've gotten their work featured on the front pages of Cracked, Funny or Die, Veoh, Revver, Youtube, Crackle, Break, Digg, Ebaum's World, College Humor, and, if you search for the term "Those Aren't Muskets," Google and Yahoo as well. Today, they continue to make funny from their mobile command unit in LA, while trying desperately to land jobs in the American Apparel factory.
Michael is head writer for Those Aren't Muskets, and performs in sketches regularly. He's a graduate of the UC San Diego department of theatre, a degree he is maliciously squandering by making stupid internet videos. He also contributes regularly to Cracked (the humor site, not the crack site) as a member of their group blog. He dreams of one day becoming a real boy.
Abe sleeps on the sets of Those Aren't Muskets!'s shoots, attracted by the warmth of the lights. A mysterious and magical animal, he is invisible to everyone except other members of the comedy group. Often, Abe is found on dark London streets howling and searching for his long, lost (also invisible) love. He also found the camera we use.
Matt, producer and sometimes actor, tries to bring a touch of class to Muskets with his bookish wit and vaguely British expressions. Often visible as a wispy shadow at the edge of the frame, he is truly a bard in a scarecrow's body. Matt collaborated with Michael and Abe in early theatrical performances of sketch and improv comedy at UCSD, where he introduced them to the Mangled Larry- a drink containing a liter of gin. Abe has never been the same. Matt is also a zombie.
Brian, also known as "The Talent" or simply "hey, meat!" is a sometimes featured and often shirtless actor for Those Aren't Muskets! A recent graduate of UC San Diego, Brian plans to put his theatre and comparative politics degrees to work in Los Angeles by appearing in Valtrex commercials. He fervently hopes that TAM! will catapult him to the heights of stardom enjoyed only by John Basedow and Michael Dorn. He never jokes about baseball.
Ryan is an actor, stagehand and marketing guru for TAM! He is an ambidextrous Irish-Mexican with a History degree from UCSD. If you enjoy Kibbles and Bits and/or John Steinbeck, feel free to thank Ryan, as his ancestors laid the foundation for both the dog food and characters of Cannery Row. Sadly, the evil and diabolical Brian Cricketts often attempts to smear Ryan’s wholesome name. From 1997-2002, Ryan was a hair model at the Barbazon School of Modeling. His hair was considered the "Citizen Kane" of his generation.
 
 
Those Aren't Muskets has had crew assistance and included performances by: Dav Yendler, Heather Pauley, Neil Parker, Nathan Turner, Matt Barrs, Ryan Severance, James Bak, Geoff Lapid, Jon Mikulanis, Sam Hunter, Amy Funder, Kelly Lockwood-Larson, Katie Willert, Baily Hopkins, Giovanni Velasco, Dan Rubiano, Matt Black, Brentan Schellenbach, Brian O'Donovan, Spencer Howard, Dan Shapiro, Sarah Kapp, Ellen Swaim, Matt Yonker, Gregory Moody, Caitlin Kennedy, Margaret Gray, Brittany Candau, Samantha Griffith, David Chien, Andrea del Rio, Cheetah Platt, David Swaim, Jonathan Hicken, Megan Petersdorf, Gary Porter, James Barker, Matt Bovee, Lee Montgomery, Erin Bennett, Ian Dickinson, Dylan Seaton, Katy Stoll, Daniel Gordh, Danny Mastrangelo, Tim Stampher, Dan O'Brien and Nick Walker.

HEY! WHERE'S THE NEW SKETCH?

It's the question every sketch troupe gets asked most frequently, and one they seldom answer. Well, let it never be said the Muskets! are afraid of the truth. And guys, the truth is, a time paradox caused our new sketch to get uploaded to Youtube... in the year 2026!

We swear that this is the reason there's no new sketch. It is NOT because we got drunk and played Apples to Apples: Bible Edition all night. I don't care what Matt told you; it's all filthy lies.

As we scramble to try and navigate these labrynthine timeholes and recover our lost sketch, please enjoy the rest of our sketches, presented for you here without commercial interruption in glorious HD. Enjoy them now, before the Media Wars of 2019 replace HD with HHHD and you've got to get your codecs licensed by the Council of Eight.

It's a shame too. It was easily the funniest sketch we've ever made, and now no one gets to watch it except our past selves and those who survived the 2012 disaster. Not the Mayan apocalypse; the Roland Emmerich movie.

 

Like what you see? Want to give back, but feel like most charities are just elaborate scams created by the illuminati/reptile people who run the world government? Well, first of all, your suspicions are dead on. And secondly, why not give back to your favorite struggling comedians, the Muskets!

Here are some things YOU can do to feel like you kind of know us (even though you don't, and never will because we are too important):

Subscribe to our Youtube Channel: The more subscribers, the more ad revenue we get. The more ad revenue we get, the less often we have to rely on our parents for cocaine money.

"Like" our College Humor Vids: The CH audience hates us, but with your help, maybe one day they'll like us. That's it; that's as much approval as you can get there. Help us get it!

Fan us on Facebook: Declare your love for the site in front of everyone, proving once and for all that you're comfortable with the person you've become, and they can all just go fuck themselves.

Pay It Forward: Have a friend who could use a laugh? Spread the word! Send that link! Embed that video! Refer to us as "the greatest sketch troupe you're not watching" at parties or in your nationally syndicated entertainment column.

It may not sound like a lot, but we survive on word of mouth, as long as that word isn't "meh." Do these things, and earn your place in the inevitable TAM! Laughocracy of the future. You can be Pope!