It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents—except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.
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Reblogged this on mira prabhu and commented:
The worst sentence of the year! And how’s this for a bloodthirsty pun?: “Old Man Dracula forgot to put his teeth in one night, and so had to come home hungry, with a sort of “nothing dentured, nothing veined” look on his face.” Read Bridget Whelan’s post for more.
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Did you ever write a sentence so awful that it cracked you up laughing? Don’t toss it in the trash can! Send it in to Bulwer-Lytton.com. You could win a pittance!
Thanks for sharing this, Bridget. ♥
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A little bit of fun here with a competition for the worst sentence of the year. Today’s Sunday reblog is from Bridget Whelan’s blog and I hope you enjoy it!