I went up there with my little lined sheet of paper with all my jokes written on it. And I had the number 10 printed on the back, because my final punch line was going to be, “And now, for my final number,” and I’d just hold it up and there would be the 10.I expected gales of laughter and applause, but in reality what happened is, I panicked. I must have done at least one joke and there was a lot of silence and awkward energy, and I went right into my final punch line. And I just remember shock and confusion and I quickly left the stage.From this week’s Portland Tribune profile by Peter Korn.
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