Came across this today. It was the winner of the "Grand Panjandrum's Special Award" at the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest-a contest that awards bad writing.

"India, which hangs like a wet washcloth from the towel rack of Asia, presented itself to Tex as he landed in Delhi (or was it Bombay?), as if it mattered because Tex finally had an idea to make his mark and fortune and that idea was a chain of steak houses to serve the millions and he wondered, as he deplaned down the steep, shiny, steel steps, why no one had thought of it before."

Ken Aclin
Shreveport, LA