“Prosperous GRIT salesman” is an oxymoron. Or some kind of moron, at the very least.
June 11, 2013
Joining the old GRIT sales team never makes sense, no matter how many GRIT-evangelizing ads we see. And could the verbiage get any stiffer than the giant “LOOK, FELLOWS!” at the top? Squaresville, man. Strictly Squaresville.
Also, the Boo Radley-looking kid appears to be wearing a shirt hewn from wood.
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Jared
blog into mystery 
I’ve never seen an actual G.R.I.T. in the wild. Even as a kid, I placed more faith in the existence of Bigfoot, Nessie and the lowly Jackalope. But this mythical paper for and by the everyman? Non-comic readers (i.e. paper-subscribing adults) hadn’t even heard of it.
I now live in the South, where I enjoy eating grits. Coincidence?
It still exists, amazingly enough.