"I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling," the old
man told his young companions as he leaned on his staff and stroked his
silver beard, "of how it was built by Dwarves of the Barad-dur in the days
of Thranduil the Great, numberless years before the Elves of the Ered Luin
left their silver woods in Lindon, sailed their ships over the Western Sea,
and passed from the knowledge of men, but what would you learn from these
tales, except that I squandered my college years reading far too much
Tolkien instead of meeting girls."
-- John La Torre's entry to the 2001 annual Bulwer-Lytton contest
Quote #565
Virgule gazed across the vast, cold eel expanse past his inquisitor to
witness the full consequence of his previous decision - feral, withered
children, in tattered, filthy garments, toiled mindlessly at his command in
a single chamber which reeked of oil and burning animal flesh - his time had
come to deliver the final instructio...
Quote #562
Unbeknownst to Stan, his convulsive celebratory leap into the air at the
winning Manchester goal, propelled his sausage from between the clenched
grasp of bread and mustard into the wildly cheering crowd, only to land
harmlessly beneath the bleachers in a turgidly congealed pool of spilt beer
and the random effluvia typically present at sporting events of this nature....
Quote #560
Unwittingly, Bob pressed the Enter key ending a stream of zeros and ones
in electronic form across the computer's bus, through the processor, out the
serial cable, through the 56K modem, and into the seamy and unfathomable
world of the Internet where his MasterCard number became as ubiquitous as
the cute chord that plays when you boot up a Windows based computer....