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She strutted into my office wearing a dress that
clung to her like Saran Wrap to a sloppily butchered pork knuckle, bone
and sinew jutting and lurching asymmetrically beneath its folds, the
tightness exaggerating the granularity of the suet and causing what
little palatable meat there was to sweat, its transparency the thief of
imagination. — Chris Wieloch, Brookfield, WI
I love this contest so damn much...