Wet Jeremy was born from a failed amphibian-themed CD-ROM that got left in a basement pipe too long, where mildew, desperation, and slapstick combined into one perpetually dripping comic. He isn’t just damp—he’s living proof that humidity can have stage fright. With slimy green skin, a soaked hoodie, and a notebook of jokes so waterlogged they squelch when he opens them, Jeremy has turned moisture into his entire comedic identity. His nervous grin and wide, bewildered eyes make audiences unsure if he’s about to deliver a punchline or just slip off the stage (spoiler: usually both).

His comedy thrives on self-deprecation and splash-zone sincerity. Whether joking about open mic disasters, his ex (a puddle named Cheryl), or the eternal tragedy of damp socks, Wet Jeremy leaves crowds both laughing and checking their shoes for leaks. He has a signature move of handing out soggy business cards to front-row fans, ensuring they’ll remember him long after their wallets grow moldy. “I once slipped on myself and apologized to the floor” isn’t just a joke—it’s his personal brand.

Though often underestimated, Wet Jeremy has become a cult figure in The Citrus Party arena. Audiences tune in to see whether his mic will short out mid-sentence, if he’ll trip into victory, or if the judges will hand him a towel instead of applause. He embodies the truth that comedy, like mildew, thrives best in damp, overlooked corners. His tagline says it all: “Soggy. Sorry. Spectacular.”