Jed Fearon

You may have seen me on the Weather Channel with Lewis Black making sarcastic comments about the rain in Orlando. You may have read some of my nationally published humor. Or perhaps I’ve already chatted you up by the magazine rack at Publix. None of that matters now because you need to see me in my natural habitat, a comedy club swarming with drunk people and waitresses pushing strong drinks and chicken fingers. I’m known for regaling the crowd with humorous fun-facts, self-help tidbits and pseudo intellectual, high-energy, baffoonery that would more than likely get most people permanently banned from Toastmasters. If you stumbled upon “my space” with other motivations in mind, please note that I would appreciate less contact from all the outgoing, kinky people who seem to thrive in this medium. For some reason I keep getting carpet-bombed with invitations from swingers and other wack-jobs who think I would enjoy being drugged and spanked only to awake days later in some fruitcake's basement wearing a leather bonnet with a zipper over the mouth. If you're into that sort of thing you may want to call one of Madonna's back up dancers. And tell the bitch to return my alligator skin belt. In case you care, Toastmasters says I’m eligible to reapply in 2014. My newest comedy venture is called Live Comedy Atlanta. Please visit www.livecomedyatlanta.com for more details.