Why will YOU be the Last Comic Standing?
I think I'll be the last comic standing because I'm funny, thoughtful and a snappy little dancer... Wow! That sounds like the pitch I usually give when I'm being dumped. Did I mention I'm as sturdy as a brick sh*t-house?
Completely subjective. Funny "to me" are jokes that involve doodie... Wait, that's funny to Larry the Cable Guy... that's not at all funny to me.
What comedians do you admire and why?
I admire all comedians, from the most established to the person stepping on stage at their first open mic. It takes an incredible amount of courage to pursue your dream. These are the comics that I love and I think they each have different elements that make them great. (let me apologize in advance for my lack of complete sentences)
RICHARD PRYOR - for his vulnerability and his ability to make the most tragic situations brilliantly funny.
EDDIE MURPHY - for his amazing characterizations.
CHRIS ROCK - for the way he draws you in with the cadence of his voice.
BILL COSBY - for his ability to tell a story with such detail you feel like you lived it yourself.
MITCH HEDBERG & STEVEN WRIGHT - for their brilliant one liners.
ELLEN - for her use of the absurd.
ROSEANNE - for giving women a voice, a screechy, screechy voice.
BRIAN REGAN & DANE COOK - for their energy and physicality. I admire them all for their delivery, timing, presence and commitment to the art of stand-up comedy.
Who do you see as your biggest competition?
I see Gabrielle as my biggest competition... Wait? Did you mean literally? Actually, I see myself as my biggest competition. I'm always getting in the way of my own success. Damn me and my self-destructive ways!
What's the worst job you've ever had?
The worst job I ever had was working at Hooter's. There's nothing that says your life has gone horribly awry quite like going to work dressed like Richard Simmons while dancing the YMCA on top of a barstool. Ahh, the sweet smell of success!!! (Smells a little somethin' like wings served up with a side of anger and cynicism with a hint of despair) WAIT?! That's the stench of failure... sometimes I get those confused. A close second was working for Balloons the Clown in high school. I attended children's parties and fairs. Basically I was a carnie (minus the job security and sweet benefits) and would operate the moonbounce. I learned how to toss kids into the moonbounce like I was bailing hay.