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• Quote #567 Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.
  -- example entry of the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #569 "Handful of Meat" was, unfortunately, more than just the name of Carl's band.
  -- R. Patton's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #568 The moon was full, the hot-dog-eating contest was over, and I had a lot of throwing up to do.
  -- G. Thorn's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #571 Done with slaughtering nuns and the infirmed out of cyber-lust, Mandroid turned his optical probes towards a more pastoral (and spiritually recondite) existence.
  -- D. Slade's entry to the "Lyttle Lytton Contest" page...
• Quote #551 The wind attacked the house with a voracious appetite
  lapping hungrily at the eaves, whipping the gutter refuse into a frothy shake of leaves and dirt, while rattling the slate shingles like an orphan banging his plate for more....
• Quote #555 Out of the killer cold of the forty-below unending Arctic night into the glowing warmth of the Last Ditch Saloo
  we stumbled numbly, dragging behind us the frozen dead corpse of our friend, Bartholomew, whom the hardened permafrost of the tundra resisted our burying, and, leaning poor stiff Bart against a wall, gaily called out for drinks for the house, as we were flush with prospected gold that now only needed to be split two ways....
• Quote #561 It was a dark and stormy night; the electronic missive's profligate packets wormed their wandering ways through the tau
  ansparent cables of the Internet's infrastructure, sped by swift, silent Solaris servers between bevies of brawny binaries - gap-toothed GIF's and jolly JPEG's - only to perish pitifully at the hands of the callous, capable kill-filter that protected the penultimate portal of Pauline's precious PC....
• Quote #563 Her low-cut, revealing gown was black - black like her hea
  although not really because everyone knows that a heart is just an internal organ whose natural pigment is pink just like the lungs, except, of course, for the lungs of a long-time smoker which may be as black as her low-cut, revealing gown....
• Quote #550 "I could tell you stories about this road we shall be traveling
  he 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....