Okay so yesterday, in my never-ending attempt to get Danny
DeVito to read my script, I decided to sit outside near the cat's box . . . and
But first I decided to have a beer. And after awhile I got to thinking that it
was such a nice day . . . maybe I should
also have a Margarita. Or two.
And it wasn't long before one thing led to another and a
most extraordinary plan was starting to hatch:
. . . what if I rented a monkey with a bad attitude and a
pistol to take my script and knock on Danny DeVito's front door, and then when
Danny answered . . .
. . . naw, that wouldn't work . . .
How about if I hired a
chatty Norwegian with a stink bomb . . .
naw that wouldn't work either . . . (where would I find a
So, as you can see . . . I was close but still a little off.
Hence, I had another Margarita and continued along.
Until, lo and behold, as the sun was starting to set, I was
able to stagger into the house with the greatest delivery-system ever devised .
. . to either sell a script . . . or rescue Danny from his own backyard . . .
where a chimpanzee is peeing in his pool and shooting holes in his diving board . . . while
Lars Svensen is entertaining Rhea with lengthy stories about ice-fishing in the
So, never let it be said that great results can't come from
thinking outside the box. (Heh,
(I don't know what happened with the stink bomb.)