Jane Malone was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, Meth capital of the USA. Her parents are roughly Machete and Goldie Hawn, making her half-Mexican with a preference for Laugh-In. Don’t worry, though. She won’t pick your fruit. That’s alllll you, Chief…
At different times in this life Jane’s been an artist, chef, doodler, website coder, graveyard maintenance worker, graphic designer, questionable mom, getaway driver, writer, and now, arguably, she’s a comedian.
She moved to Salem, Oregon in April of 2016, she’s probably not on the lam from some kind of Mexican cartel, but still quite possibly is, so...
Jane has a background in theater, and a whole lot of degrees and accouterments. She is new to the comedy scene, so she hasn’t slept with everyone here, yet. (Don’t worry. You’re on the list.) She’s quite possibly insane, but definitely well-meaning. Madly addicted to tacos, pot, and men, but not in that order, she’s arguably funny, but it’s a long debate, so please don’t start that up, again.
Sadly, Jane passed unexpectedly last week, when a Tyrannosaurus-Rex bit her in half. Do not worry. Her legs fell free, and were promptly incinerated and interred. She will be remembered for her exhaustive and enthusiastic work with male genitalia.
In lieu of flowers, the family is asking you get a personal STD screening, as it’s what Jane would have wanted.
I'm Jane Malone.