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Well I'm an comedian/actor. I've been doing stand-up for almost 10 years now, but most people know me as the Dodge Hemi Guy. I also have a reoccuring role as Officer Gerald Bob on the ABC Sitcom Rodney. I was born March 26 1972, a breech birth. So from day one I have been a pain in my mother's butt. The son of David and Betty Reep, I was raised in Hickory, NC along with my younger brother Jason. Hickory is famous for its furniture and was once the furniture capitol of the world. Not including all the stuff on the front porches. Even our one homeless guy has a nice living room set. Hickory is also home to Winston cup champion Dale Jarrett. It's an hour north of Charlotte and just below the Appalachian Mountains. So even the hill-billies looked down on us. We lived a normal happy middle class life in small neighborhood. My dad worked as a manager of a Goodyear and a part-time cop. My mom worked as a receptionist at a local phone company and a full-time mom. We attended church regularly at West Hickory Baptist Church.
Southern Baptist's baby
We have preachers not pastors. They say Preachers preach the gospel, and Pastors are where cows roam. My church was pretty conservative. We only had one guy that would yell out amen. He was good with his amen's. He didn't want people getting tired of them so he was creative. He had all kinds of amens: the strong amen, the happy amen, the amen brother. Sometimes the preacher would get upset when he thought he made a good point and didn't get an amen. The preacher would just stop, stand there and wait. There would be a long pause. That's when he would get the sympathetic amen.
It was around this time that I discovered my true talents, Ninjitsu and break dancing. As a Ninja I protected my neighborhood from any kind of lawn ornaments. Holidays were great! My other ninja friends and I would put on our suits at night and run from shadow to shadow until it was time to attack. We used blow darts on the inflatable Easter rabbits and flying side kicks on the snowmen. As a break dancer, I was in a group called the Cosmic Force. Heard of us? We were huge in Hickory.
I went to Fred T Foard High School in Newton, NC. We were like the redneck high school; you know a lot of Future Farmers of America. I played football all through high school. So I was kind of like a preppy jock if there is such a thing. I wasn't really involved with one click or another; my buddy Andrew Killian and I sort of hung out with all types. I got my first car my sophomore year, a burgundy 1982 berlinetta camero with a CB radio. It was nice. I felt like Burt Reynolds. My senior year I was awarded class clown. Which is really special since both my dad and my little brother also achieved this lofty goal. That year our football team had a perfect season, 0-10. We went defeated! I graduated high-school in 1990 and from there went to CVCC, Catawba Valley Community College. If you've never been to a Community College, it's like a reform-school for grown-ups. It's like college but without all that annoying learning. I Got a B.A. degree in spitball technology with a minor in skipping class. I never went to class. I just hung out in the break room with criminals and mentally challenged people. I worked part time with my dad, brother, and uncle at Goodyear. My dad made my brother and I work there so we could learn about cars. But all we ever did was change oil and tires. This is when I really got to know my Uncle William. He was kind of like Rain-man. He might not be able to spell IQ but he can make a working motor out of an old coffee can and a chicken heart.
In 1992 I transferred to NC State University in Raliegh, NC. I wasn't sure what to pick as my major so I decided to do what was easiest, communication. How do I know it was the easiest? Because it was what all the athletes were taking. I went to a comedy club called Charlie Goodnights. I did stand-up at night and went to school during the day. Finally, I graduated in 1996 with a BA degree in Theatre, Mass Communication, and Public & Interpersonal Communication. I got a job working as a production assistant for UNC-TV all the while still performing at Goodnights at nights and on the weekends. In 1998 I quit my job at UNC-TV and hit the road as a fulltime traveling comic. And that was the end of my life as a normal human being.
Click play to watch me as "Gerald Bob" on Rodney.
Testimonials and Comments for Jon
friend a few months ago when I ran
into *the* Bobby Lee at The Comedy
Store on Sunset. We were wandering
around looking to meet up with a
friend in The Belly Room when I saw
him, and he recognized me from bumping
into him twice before at The Dresden
and Canter's. Anyway, after the big
hug, the first thing out of our mouths
is, "Hey, have you seen Jon around?"
Like, as in, there is no other "Jon"
to the two of us than *THE* Jon Reep.
So we talk all about Jon Reep and
where he's been and have you seen him
and whether or not Jon Reep is on
tour, and then I stop him to
say, "Hey, aren't you *on* in a few
minutes?" And he checks out his watch
and says, "Oh yeah, right!" and
wanders off towards his green room.
Jon is so f*cking money that we didn't
talk about anything else. That's how
money Jon is.
I got to know the real man behind
the "Hickory. He proclaims to be a
good boy from the south but I met
someone with a more Victorian
sensibility, someone who plays sweet
acoustic music after dinner in the
parlor.
meet anyone that I like as much as
my friends from college" which is the
same thing you thought upon leaving
HS--but after college its true--unless
you have the incredible good fortune
to meet Jon, because he's 100%
magic, an elf that lives in some
enchanted forest who will spend a
few minutes asking you wonderful
questions and then making you
laugh your ass off then disappearing
back into that little forest. The forest
is somewhere in Holland or North
Carolina or something like that. Then
you wait and wish that he'd come
back out for more fun. No joke the
dude is incredible!
love this goof ball!! xoxoxme
that sometimes and then he turns around
and slamz it!
arrested for dancing in the end zone
of a professional football game upon
the invitation of the home team's
mascot. Also he's not from the city.
ANY city.
and according to observers he had a
90% better time than I did. I had I had
a shitload of fun, I really did. But in
reality it was nothing compared to
Jon.