Bill Burr

Burr's one turn on the site is really a two-hander, and he spends most of it as the quiet one, ceding the room to Garrett Morris, who casually mentions the vertebra a ricochet left in his spine between a plug for his blues night and a bit about an Iceland cousin app. What Burr offers is a rare stretch of reflection: he admits he is happy, which he frames as a professional problem, explains that he never writes material down and improvises harder whenever a joke bombs because the bomb resets him, and owns, without prompting, the night he walked out after Amy Schumer and trashed women in front of her fans, still puzzled by his own impulse years later. His stated proudest career achievement is that Morris once said his name in a bit. He is not joking.