Brad Rickert is a dynamic performer whose act blends in your face stupidity with the relatable charm of a rabid raccoon. His unique style jumps from non-sequiturs and one-liners to grounded twisted tales that can only be concocted from the mind of a lunatic pastor’s kid who grew up in an Indiana trailer park. Topics range from snack cakes, Plan B pills, and being bestowed with the douche name “Brad”. Smoother than a fresh glass of RC Cola and sharper than a porcupine with too much hair gel, Brad is a walking/talking oxymoron and the perfect beer pong partner.
