One night, while listening to a radio announcer spieling a tasteless commercial, Gagman Roger Price exploded. "I can't stand it any longer," he shouted at the obnoxious squawk. Then he began to think about all the other things he couldn't stand any longer: solidly frozen butter pats, astrology, karate, clergymen who discourse learnedly on sex. But what was the point in ranting and raving when nobody else was listening? "That's when I decided to complain out loud in public," recalls Price. "The thing every man wants to do."
No Labels. Such were the origins of Grump, a year-old, 16-page...
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