July 16, 2002
The 2002 Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest awards

It was a dark and stormy night.

The blood dripped from his nose like hot grease from a roasting bratwurst pierced with a fork except that grease isn't red and the blood wasn't that hot and it wasn't a fork that poked him in the nose but there was a faint aroma of nutmeg in the air and it is of noses we speak not to mention that if you looked at it in the right profile, his nose did sort of look like a sausage.

Posted to Funny by Simon Brunning at July 16, 2002 03:08 PM
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