I thought I was going to play professional baseball, then I turned 12 years old and realized I wasn't any good. So I thought I'd play professional football, but then I turned 16 and realized that I was still one of the smallest kids in school. So I thought that I'd be an architect, but then I turned 25 and realized I wanted to kill myself. So I became a comic. What kind of thinking is that?
Influences
George Carlin, Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Groucho Marx, Bob Newhart, Howard Stern, Jack Benny
TV Shows
Did standup on a pilot that never aired. Don't worry it wasn't that good. Also, played a paramedic on Scrubs that got yelled at by John C. McGinley. They have great food on the set of Scrubs.
Films
Adam Eppenstein's Interests
General
Stand Up Comedy, college sports, movies
Movies
Fight Club, Vanilla Sky, National Lampoons Christmas Vacation, The Jerk, Swingers, Swimming With Sharks, Permanent Midnight, Old School, LA Confidential, The Big Lebowski, American Beauty, Wedding Crashers
Television
Arrested Development, Law & Order, Daily Show, Seinfeld, 30 Rock
Books
1984, A People's History of the United States, Manufacturing Consent, A Man without a Country, Confessions of an Economic Hitman
I truly have no idea how many polos you own. But now, based solely on your reaction, I think you have way to many polos. You know what you need? More shitty black t-shirts with the emblem of some random club. Those are always cool.
ADAM! i heard you were in town. how was it? i am going to la in a few weeks, let me know if you have any shows coming up. i would love to see you in action! annie
hiya. yes, that photo was from the party last week...pre-discomfort situation. i think you can see your white polo'ed shoulder on the left side if you look closely. you're basically in the photo, too! yay!
Holy crap, I love it. "Thanks for the Add, STUPID!!!"
You show your polite side with the "Thanks for the Add"... but then you let them know you're smarter than they are with the "Stupid". Man... people are stupid... and you're the messenger.
