• Mood: THE HELL THE HELL THE HELL

"Her buttocks were fresh-baked loaves..."

This got published. THE HELL THE HELL THE HELL. (Hugely Not Work-Safe.)

Um, uh, first off, I must blame thank the amazing apocalypsos for pointing it out. And second, EVERY WRITER I KNOW IS BETTER THAN THIS, and THIS got published.

(livinglaurel, this may be Spork-worthy. Or it may make you want to spork this author's eyes out.)

An Edit For Context: I found out later that the author may have meant it to be bad.