Evidently Mapes attended the Edward Bulwer-Lytton School of Writing.
It was a dark and stormy night. Buckhead was in the shadows. He and the other swarming FreePer sharks were lurking, lusting, salivating. Rather bled a little, and the swarm moved in.
Perhaps Mapes and Matt Cooper should collaborate ...
It was a dark and stormy night.
I was wet, smelling of chlorine. It was July 12, 2003, in Washington, a beautiful summer day, and I had just come back from swimming.
CBS was like some sunburned, overweight Florida tourist with a cut foot, floundering and flapping in the water alone in the surf. The Freepers swarmed CBS not because it was right or fair but because they could.
:-D
Mary knew that if she broke wind in the echo chamber, she'd never hear the end of it.
And the Mao Tse-Tung Academy of Free Speech.
"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" BUMP