It May Be That Their Secret Involves Nitrous Oxide

The problem when our laughter gets out of control like this is that we have to spend hours scrubbing the colored words off our walls.

WE Are Not Amused. But I Am.

Sometimes, apparently, I inhabit a world of comedy all my own.

We're No Angels

It's conversations like this, with their controversial ideas, that ultimately keep us up at night.  Oh, the irony.

Cheeses Crisis, Part One

I think the title of this blog post is one of the best I've ever come up with.  You can't see it, but I'm patting myself on my back.  My arm hurts.  Which I guess is what they mean when they say we have to suffer for our art.

The Role of a Parent

I'm clearly one of those performers who is underappreciated in his time.