Wednesday, July 15, 2009
"In a flurry of flame and fur, fangs and wicker, thus ended the world's first and only hot air baboon ride"
The results of the 2009 Bulwer-Lytton bad-writing contest are up and, as always, they're must reading. (The subject line above was a runner-up in the Adventure category for Tony Alfieri of Los Angeles. Congratulations, Mr. Alfieri!)
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Christ, I can come up with worse crap than that with a hangover on a beach in Liberia being watched over by a murderous crowd of ex-child soldiers led by Pol Pot's 8-year-old great-grand-nephew.
OhmiGEE I posted that comment and then suddenly scrolled down in your blog to see that Pol Pot was mentioned in the very next post! Whis I swear I didn't read!
Jim, we have a SYNERGY happenin' here . . .
It was a dark and stormy night, and rain fell into my whiskey glass, dampening my spirits.--Snoopy
Oh. Em. Gee. I have never read such crap in my life. And I read a LOT. Thanks for the laugh!
Nick: You've spooked me since you recommended a particular Tintin book--and I was in the middle of it at the time.
Grammarian: Who are you and what have you done with God Is My Codpendent???
Punkinsmom: I live to serve.
I ventured out into the lush green garden and found it strewn with groundhog parts, guarded by a satiated dog. Oh wait, that's not crap writing, that's my life.
Hilarious stuff, thanks!
It wasn't a dark and stormy night, ferchrissakes. It was a clear and starry night.
But the moon howled and the highwayman approached the doomed cliff on the mountain face, and his name was George. Yes, George.
Grammarian@mindspring.com has incorrectly attributed a line to Snoopy. It was written by Scott Rice: http://news.google.com/newspapers?nid=2194&dat=19860417&id=GL8yAAAAIBAJ&sjid=au8FAAAAIBAJ&pg=1295,3770252
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