I’m Robbie Sherrard. I write jokes sometimes. This shit below isn’t funny though. Sorry about that.
I was born in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. At four years old, I decided I was capable of riding a bicycle without training wheels, despite not having mastered riding with training wheels yet. I fell, ripped my face open, and still have a scar above my lip.
We moved to Cherry Hill, New Jersey. We only lived there for two years, but I exclusively wore cowboy boots the entire time, which I don’t think were meant to be actual footwear and were way too small. My toes are permanently weird-looking from the experience.
By the way, I’ve apparently decided to make my biography a list of my body’s deformities.
We moved to Charleston, West Virginia. I think for the most part I didn’t do any more significant physical damage to myself, but I did most of my growing up stuff there.
I think my main interests were playing four square, riding my bicycle dangerously, fighting with my sisters, playing my neighbor’s video games, and watching Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
Also, I like to claim that I was into Dragonball-Z before it was popular because it used to come on at like 6am on Saturday mornings, which is when I would start my Saturday morning cartoon binge. The binge only lasted until about 10am, because that’s when my sisters took control of the TV. I didn’t give up Saturday cartoons until I was 13 or so.
I had been keeping notes for stand-up material for a few years, and I finally did my first performance at a housing outreach project in Clay County with my high school. We would work all day and then just be hanging out at night, so we wandered into the auditorium and I did like 45 minutes. I totally killed. I don’t think I did that well again for a couple years.
I was deciding between University of Southern California and Lehigh University, because I knew you could do stand-up in Los Angeles and New York. I ended up going to Lehigh, but never once went to New York to try stand-up.
Instead, I decided to teach myself piano. I don’t know if I ever really considered it as a means of doing comedy in the beginning, but I started writing funny songs about dining halls and children.
I ended up performing them a few times at school functions and won a talent show once.
I started this website, RobbieSherrard.com, where I could put out my comedy, or whatever it was at the time. This is probably the 50th time I’ve written a bio for this site. I would write blog posts that I thought were funny, which are still on here on the last couple pages. No one was reading them, but that’s probably a good thing because they were probably pretty bad.
Somehow, someone at Lehigh’s newspaper read my stuff and decided my writing was good enough for print. I wrote these story-based posts that satirized the typical Lehigh student through my own character, but I don’t know if that ever made sense.
I moved to New York to do a real job and try comedy at night. I learned a shitload about stand-up, and realized just how much I didn’t know.
After tons and tons of open mics where I performed for other comics, I started to get confused as to what the next step was. Because I was performing for the same people a lot of the time, I felt bad repeating stuff so I started writing more and more material. Within six months, I had about two and a half hours worth of material and no idea what to do with it.
In late March, I started cranking out YouTube videos to try and get rid of some of the backlog of material I had. One of them went viral like two weeks after I started and got around 200,000 views, which was crazy.
And that pretty much brings me to where I am now, sitting in McDonald’s on shitty Wi-Fi.
Also, I just fucked up my knee while sitting down in this goddamn bolted-down chair. I don’t think it’s going to cause any permanent bodily damage though, so nevermind.