I grew up in a small Mormon family (7 kids) in a large Mormon town (2,000 people) in Utah. My dad is a psychiatrist. My mom is a frustrated writer (7 kids) with a masters degree in English and a penchant for weird names.

I performed my first original stand up comedy routine in high school. After killing at the Homecoming assembly, I seriously considered going into showbiz but after consulting with my parents and religious leaders I decided I would rather get into heaven. For the next decade I tried to do everything I needed to do to go to heaven. Like most young Mormon boys I sacrificed two peak sexual years on the alter of missionary work. At the age of 19 I was given two polyester suits, a ten speed bike and a plane ticket to Seattle, Washington. I pedaled up and down the hilly streets of Seattle and Tacoma for two years knocking on strangers’ doors and bringing up religion. I completed my service in 1986, returning home to Utah with nerves (and buns) of steel and, even though I didn’t know it at the time, twenty minutes of solid material. I currently view myself as an unaccomplished Mormon. My High School English Teacher viewed me as “an intellectual with an imp’s perspective” who she would always remember for my “utter lack of discipline”.

My act is usually described as intelligent, whereas I myself am usually described as dim, ditzy, neurotic and logistically impaired. more >>>