Irv Chapman doesn't exist. He is the guy I put on all junk mail and phone lists. He gets calls from everyone. He is rude, obnoxious, does silly voices and argues with people who aren't even in the room. He pretends to be French, Persian, African, Southern, New York, Asian, Chinese, Japanese, Indian, Mexican, Texan, Italian, Norwegian and everything else. He also does a classic Bronx accent.
A former not so famous stand up comic, Irv has been annoying audiences for decades. He has appeared on bad radio shows, dull videos and moronic podcasts. He has written several humor books that no one ever bought or read. As a former comic he was booed off the stage and people were known to throw fruits and vegetables at him. His own mother hates this album. He has several uncles who have disowned him. His dog won't even pee near him.