"Trip on this shit," Travis began to say, before
actually tripping on an extraordinary pile of dog shit.
A skywriter saw this incident, mused, turned up his nose and instantly began composing a sestina in flight, yet when he reached line 38, writer's block commenced, and he was forced to land his aircraft in the center of a local dog park, skidding on precisely 38 piles of dog shit.
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the San Fernando Valley, Scott Baio threw down a script in disgust, shouting "This is total dog shit!" Then he tripped.
Precisely at that moment, Roy, another skywriter, in the midst of spelling "Scott Baio Eats Dog Shit" over the indisputably clear skies of the San Fernando Valley, thought of his friend Travis, and how he used to say "Trip on this shit" before actually tripping on shit.
Coincidentally, Travis became a skywriter. Scott Baio later hired Roy the skywriter to read a script. Baio, in turn, became a poet and wrote sestinas, the first of which began with "Trip on this shit." Then everyone went to the zoo.
A skywriter saw this incident, mused, turned up his nose and instantly began composing a sestina in flight, yet when he reached line 38, writer's block commenced, and he was forced to land his aircraft in the center of a local dog park, skidding on precisely 38 piles of dog shit.
Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the San Fernando Valley, Scott Baio threw down a script in disgust, shouting "This is total dog shit!" Then he tripped.
Precisely at that moment, Roy, another skywriter, in the midst of spelling "Scott Baio Eats Dog Shit" over the indisputably clear skies of the San Fernando Valley, thought of his friend Travis, and how he used to say "Trip on this shit" before actually tripping on shit.
Coincidentally, Travis became a skywriter. Scott Baio later hired Roy the skywriter to read a script. Baio, in turn, became a poet and wrote sestinas, the first of which began with "Trip on this shit." Then everyone went to the zoo.
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