Chris Pennie is a really funny fella. I’m not just saying this because he used to take one of my hot lady friends on motorcycle rides. He has no gimmicks, unless you count being a single dad with a hot body and glasses talking about what happened to that kid in high school that wore the beret. (Pennie assures me that beret boy is fine, “still not right, but he’s ok.”) Pennie started performing comedy five years ago in the trenches of Boston’s notoriously tough open mics, which he began as a result of his constant complaining. “Every time I would complain about things that really bothered me, the people I was talking to would always be laughing by the time I was done. It was never on purpose, but I realized that I should do something with it.”
Pennie, who grew up in Wilmington, is a lifelong confirmed bachelor, although not in the professor Henry Higgins from My Fair Lady kind of way (not that there’s anything wrong with that), who recently made the change from part-time dad to full-time dad. He’s also a Volvo technician, so you know he’s safe. In the past year, Pennie has been a finalist in the Plymouth Rock Comedy Festival and Dick Doherty’s Beantown Comedy Riots, as well as an invitee to the Laughing Skull Festival in Atlanta.