Ari Shaffir

I'm born in 2001.

It was a great year for me.

Not so great for lower Manhattan.

All right.

Growing up in school, we had a kid whose birthday was on the actual 9-11-2001.

So every year, we would have that moment of silence at the end of the day, and the class would get real quiet, and then the teacher would break in.

Boys and girls, on this day, we must remember

That Francesco's mom brought cupcakes.

Oh my gosh, are those chocolate frosted?

Because this is a day I will never forget.

We actually had a twin in the class too, Francesca.

The teacher would tell us, boys and girls, I just got word from the office that a second tray of cupcakes has hit our classroom.

A second tray of cupcakes has hit our classroom.

It's really crazy because there was another 9-11 birthday in our school across the hall from us.

There was another 9-11 birthday.

A third tray of cupcakes hit over there.

Really crazy is that classroom... Hold on, go ahead.

Go ahead, go ahead, go ahead.

That classroom was pentagon-shaped, and there was supposed to be a fourth tray, but that one fell in the hallway on the way to the class.

Okay, there you go.