One day, my brother and I were playing on the ESCALATOR. I wanted to play FRISBEEi but my brother wanted to practise tricks with his YO-YO instead. He had learnt the tricks from a VIDEOTAPE that mother had bought him last Christmas. I got a lousy WALKMANii instead. Suddenly, I realised that Lucas, the HEROIN addict was right behind us. He had multiple BAND-AIDS on his arm. The ZIPPER on his pants was broken; his pants were held together only with CELLOPHANE tape. He smelled horrible, like a mixture of CLOROXiii and KEROSENE. We were so afraid of him that we ran up the ESCALATOR. In my panic I tripped over the loose LINOLEUM floor covering on the landing and broke the THERMOS I was holding. When I got home my head was hurting so badly my mother gave me an ASPIRIN and sent me straight to bed.
Noticed anything peculiar about the above story? No? Well apart from the exceedingly poor storyline, the bolded words in the above paragraph are all trademarks. However, apart from CLOROX, FRISBEE and WALKMAN, all of them are no longer given protection in the US as they have become generic and are no longer able to function as an indication of origin.
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