'Laura, concerned that her friends might think her mean-spirited because she was the only member of her Stepford Wivish-clique to vote for using the last known habitat of the perky-breasted sapsucking sparrow as a low-level nuclear waste dump, contrived a plan to win back the affection of her friends. She would contact PETA and ask their assistance in relocating the entire sparrow population to an area that had a little-used Air Force bombing range, near a town called Roswell.'

It really is all about the space aliens, isn't it, Jeff?

Now I'm wondering what happens to those sparrows... does PETA accept? Do the sparrows get all radiated with Otherworldly Alien Energy, and develop super-sparrow powers? Do her friends take her back into the fold?

How very reassuring to think there's someone else out there with an already-composed Bulwer-Lytton entry :) Cool!
Mine starts with, "The trout fisherman cast his eyes about the stream..."

In a brief bored moment, I found these-- don't have time to read them all yet:

Here is a link that might be useful: contest results

Dear OooJen,

I can only hope to underachieve a 1/10 as well as they did - thanks for the link!

After securing the blessing of relocation-without-equivocation from PETA (both factions - The People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals and The People for Eating Tasty Animals), Laura contacted the Mayor of Roswell, a ne'er-do-well farmer of soybeans and a squalid producer of the Japanese delicacy natto (fermented soybeans), who went by the time-honored moniker of Pladraig O'Puntia, known to his few enemies and even fewer friends as Platy O'Puntia, for permission to perform the work that she felt, ever since Kevin saw the three brightly-lit careening lights during that fateful, frightful night in the Land of a Thousand Lakes, it was her calling, nay, her birthright, to perform.

You used the word "nay." hee hee. That's a funny word. I don't care what people say: it's as good as "dastardly."

Jen! Thanks for the link! Hilarious.

I thought it was interesting that even though Bulwer-Lytton is famous for bad writing, he coined phrases like, "The pen is mightier than the sword", "The Great Unwashed", and, "The almighty dollar".
I've never actually read any of his work, but I think I highly of him for penning "The Last Days of Pompei". Twenty or so years ago, it was indeed a treat to watch Duncan Regher play a gladiator :)