Bill Griffith used to do it- making perfectly good cartoons from snatches of conversations he overheard. Sometimes I think I'll explode. It's like that scene in
Annie Hall where
Woody Allen is stuck in line in front of some piss-ant spouting off about
Marshall McLuhan. It's an involuntary response: the eyes roll back into the head on their own.
Well, piss-ants spouting off about Marshall McLuhan and other piss-ants who think that Stephen King is Greaat Literature is what you get when you hang out in the Central West End, Dude.
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But that's where I hear the best stuff, man!
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