There're rules to being the side chick. Rule number one: you're number two.
I drive a big Dodge truck. I drive American cars.
What happens in improv is you create your own storyline.
I'm sure back in the Greek days or the Roman Empire days, when guys fought in arenas and were fighting lions, people were talking smack. Every era in history has someone talking smack. No way you can have talent and not proclaim your victory.
Sad when you spend more time trying to stay alive than living.
I'm afraid one thing - I don't like heights. Heights bug me out. I'm not cool with heights. I refuse to do a comedy show 12 stories up. I'm fearless about everything else.