Remember when you couldn't even walk down the street due to hordes of kids roaming the neighborhoods selling Grit? Nah, me neither. My mom wouldn't let me invest in a future as a Grit salesman because she said that no one would buy it. Since I've never seen a copy in anyone's house, I suspect she was right. Actually, has anyone even seen a copy of Grit?
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Mothers hate grit and grit hates mothers. It is a shame that the mothers had to win the war. Imagine the world if there were no mothers and lots of grit. It sounds like heaven to me.
Yeah, I'd really love to know exactly what was in Grit. I mean, what were the feature headlines? Was it all crazy tabloid stuff? Or was it some sort of propaganda for someone's strange personal agenda to warp the minds of the youngsters of America? These questions haunt me even today.
I'm pretty sure I sent in for that and got a sample copy. Never sold any, though. My memory is so vague, but I barely remember it being tabloid-style, sort of a cross between Boy's Life, National Enquirer and the Farmer's Almanac. Sorta. I think. I remember the Christmas cards I tried to sell even better.
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