ALMOST AS GOOD AS VOGON POETRY: "Winners" of the Bulwer-Lytton contest have
arrived for your amusement. As you may know, the Bulwer-Lytton recognizes the worst possible first sentence for a novel written by a competitor. This year's winner somehow manages to make a metaphor between a woman's breasts and a pair of carburetors, but I think my favorite was the winner in the "Spy" category, which is:
The double agent looked up from his lunch of Mahi-Mahi and couscous and realized that he must escape from Walla Walla to Bora Bora to come face-to-face with his arch enemy by taking out his 30-30 and shooting off his nemesis' ear-to-ear grin so he could wave bye-bye to this duplicitous life, but the chances of him pulling this off were only so-so, much less than 50-50.
edited to add: link fixed.
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