bad writing. very, very bad writing.
I think things like this are hilarious to me. Be sure to click on the excerpts of top entries.
I can think of a handful of people that will think this is funny. Like this him (but don’t click there because he never posts), and her (don’t click there either because neither does she), and maybe her (you can click there because she does), and undoubtedly my dad (he doesn’t look like that anymore, but he doesn’t have a blog to link to or not update).
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I found this “honorable mention” and had one thought.
“LaVerne was undeniably underdressed for this frigid weather; her black, rain-soaked tank top offered no protection and seemed to cling to her torso out of sheer rage, while her tie-dyed boa scarf hung lifeless around her neck like a giant, exhausted, pipe cleaner recently discarded after near-criminal overuse by an obviously sadistic (and rather flamboyant) plumber.”
Pipe cleaners do not work that way! They are for smoking pipes not plumbers pipes! Wow. That story is awesome.