Where Dirty Old Man Humor Comes to Life

When I was just a little kid, my dear mother accidentally dropped me down the stairs. That was the grand opening act of my life’s comedy routine. Ever since, it’s been one long audition for the role of ‘Mr. Bean’s long-lost cousin.’ I trip over shoelaces that aren’t there, spill coffee on myself while drinking tea, and somehow manage to lose my keys while they’re still in the door. Basically, my existence is a highlight reel of bloopers, and the laugh track never stops.

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