I say, bleah. Brevity is the soul of wit, and this goes on and on and on and then it goes on and on and on some more and then it goes on for a bit after that. Long, long, long. Much funnier, sez I, is the likes of this:
> > Jennifer stood there, quietly ovulating.
>
“The Lyttle Lytton Contest [1]”
The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest [2] requires one to write the most horrible opening sentance to a novel; the Lyttle Lytton Contest [3] is the same, only you are restricted to 25 words or less, which makes for funnier openings, such as:
Monica had exploded, and I had a mystery, and pieces of her pancreas, on my hands.
B. Otter
or
For centuries, man had watched the clouds; now, they were watching him.
S. Sachs
Great stuff here. Now I just need to come up with a horrible opening line to a novel.
[1] http://adamcadre.ac/lyttle.html
[2] http://www.bulwer-lytton.com/