To which I cracked up and couldn't stop laughing about it. So I kept making him say it. Even today. I asked him about his creative process and he says, "I don't know. Shit just pops into my head."
So how come no shit has popped into my head? Is it because I use my best stuff on my text messages, emails, status updates, posts and Tourette's and don't save any for my blog? Is that all there is to my wit? Just blurbs and twitches? Gech. Maybe I need to go make some stories.