Overflow
Tuesday, August 11th, 2009Carrie has a worst-first-lines competition. Limit of three entries per person, and I’ve already used it up. I’m very pleased with:
CLIPCLOP CLIPCLOP clipclop clipclop went Cowboy Dan’s horse as it decelerated into an empty parking spot out front of the Last Chance Saloon.
Anyway, once I start doing one of these things I can’t stop, I binge and binge until I feel bloated and sick and ashamed; so the comments here are for overflow. Anyone under a similar compulsion can feel free to post here or there or both. No prizes here and no point because that’s how life is.
Incidentally, I genuinely rather like Bulwer-Lytton, and I don’t think It was a dark and stormy night. . . is nearly as bad as it’s cracked up to be.