David Richard Crosman, or Dave, or ‘That guy in the corner who won’t stop starring at me’ is the wayward member of this group of friends. Dave moved away from Kanton and Luke in 1992, but kept in contact. Mostly because nobody else would talk to him.

During his time away he wrote skits on his own, performed Stand-up comedy in several clubs in Colorado, and in his spare time, got a degree in Math and Philosophy. Philosophy, because the universe is a wondrous thing to contemplate, whose mysterious are endless and folded in each other, offering a myriad of insight to all things. And math, for the chicks. Because hot girls like nothing better than a guy who can solve for x.

Dave’s philosophy on writing comedy is that you need to write about 90% crap before you can get to that really good 10%. And he’s using the years between 2001 and 2015 to get through that 90% now.
Dave draws on many inspirations for comedy. The philosophical comedy of Steve Martin, the intellectually absurdity of Conan O’Brien, the explosiveness of Robin Williams, and the eloquence of Winston Churchill. (Historical Note: Churchill was a known drunkard and stuttered. While as Dave just mumbles and drinks a lot of Mt. Dew)
In Dave’s spare time, he bicycles, boils cookies, and tries to finish up puberty. His goals are to help the environment, inspire people through thought and comedy, and to see more breasts. Dave met Morlock while staying in a youth hostel in the outer realms. They played a lot of air hockey.