Raymond Orta has been slinging jokes since the age of 8—because while most kids were learning cursive, he was busy slaying crowds. Imagine a child prodigy with the timing of a Vegas headliner and the swagger of a seasoned comic. He’s like one of those genius-level Asian kids with a violin… except his weapon of choice is a microphone, and instead of Mozart, he’s dropping punchlines that leave audiences gasping for air.

Raymond isn’t just funny—he’s a full-blown comedic supernova. His shows are a sensory overload: high-octane impressions, jaw-dropping sound effects, and storytelling so vivid you’ll feel like you're hallucinating. It’s not a performance—it’s a full-body experience that may require medical supervision.

WARNING: This is not comedy for the faint of heart. Audience members have been known to clutch their chests, cry actual tears, slap nearby furniture, and accidentally spit beverages through their noses. One woman reportedly laughed so hard she passed out, lost control of her bodily functions, and had to be carted off in an ambulance. (Yes, this actually happened. Yes, there’s a lawsuit. No, Raymond isn’t liable—there’s a waiver for that now.)

So buckle up. You’re not just going to a comedy show—you’re entering the Raymond Orta Danger Zone™, where the only thing more dangerous than his jokes is the amount of oxygen you’ll burn through laughing.

He’s not just the next big thing—he’s the thing people will lie and say they saw before he blew up. Don’t say we didn’t warn you.