From a contest to write the worst possible opening to a non-existent short story:
Carey, unnerved by an affair that had suffered through weeks of volatility, walked unsteadily, her dress etching complex runes in the fine patina of dust along the antiquated floor, to a rose-scented box of love letters in a vain attempt to find solace, like a security fund struggling to find liquidity in the US sub-prime mortgage market.
HT TQ
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How meta, using a “non-existant” word to define its own concept. Very edgy and forward thinking, gentlemen.
Oh gross, I laughed in my teacup and now it’s all over the place. Even my hair got soaked. At least it was tepid… *sigh*
I was about to leave a comment about a girl named Tempest in a C cup, but Google says that joke’s been made 52,000 times already.
If only I were Carlos Mencia and it didn’t matter…