Jane Harrison started comedy in the basements of San Francisco, eating bacon wrapped hot dogs. Then she followed her dreams to Chicago where she made dumb photoshops for a website called The Onion during the day and ate hot dogs with no ketchup at night. Finally, she followed her dreams to New York City, where she’s not that into the hot dogs but the pizza is pretty good. Her frank material, delivered in her smoky radio voice, only makes people uncomfortable who deserve to be uncomfortable. For everyone else, her act is a feet-up, hair-down, mic-drop tour de farce. She's performed in SF Sketchfest, at Cobb's Comedy Club, the San Francisco Punch Line, the Outside Lands Music Festival, Union Hall, Butterboy, AJ+ and the NY Comedy Festival. She's currently in talks with a guy at a bar who makes her nervous.