Bulwer-Lytton Contest entry
The new diminutive occidental municipality’s law-enforcement officer and sheriff ambulated out of the disreputable gin-mill saloon, shrugging aside the lady of the evening who sought to impede his progress by clinging to his forearm. “Fill your hands, you low-life, utterly deplorable, mannerless scum-sucking scion of a female dog!” he yawped in stentorian tones to the
