At the start of Class Clown: The Memoirs of a Professional Wiseass: How I Went 77 Years Without Growing Up, the longtime humor columnist Dave Barry informs us that he’s writing the book in part because he wants to explain where he gets his ideas. Being a fan of Barry since I surreptitiously read his column collections in middle school language arts class, and as one of his biggest enthusiasts under 50 that you’ll probably ever meet, it’s with considerable affection that I say: Hey Dave, what ideas?
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