write the worst opening sentence you can and do it NOW
Write the worst opening sentence you can and do it NOW
Butterfly is very smart, and I like to wear a diaper as she whips me while quoting Marx.
It was Friday the 13th, the night before Halloween.
Fun fact: I got food poisoning and shit myself
So it all began like this: the evil bad guy was trying to murder anyone. It was up to me and my superhero friends to save the world.
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Before I begin my story, I'd like to take a moment and point you to my [actually existing patreon site].
Now, this is a story all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I'd like to take a minute—just sit right there—I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air...In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days, chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, and all shootin some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood; I got in one little fight and my mom got scared: she said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air";—I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suit case and sent me on my way...She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, and I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'; first class, yo this isn't bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass...Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like...Hmm this might be alright; but wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that—so is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?—I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air; well, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out, I ain't trying to get arrested yet (I just got here); I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared, I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror (if anything I could say that this cab was rare) but I thought "Nah, forget it"—"Yo, homes to Bel Air"...I pulled up to the house about seven or eigth and I yelled to the cabbie "Yo homes smell ya later"—I looked at my kingdom
(I was finally there) to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
I shat myself right before the big interview, the stains won't come out.
it was dark out, but then, it was dark IN as well, dark in Asher's soul
Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.