RIP El Pollo Loco

"The Sunshine, The Darkness, The Mirror, and the Salesman."
 
By, 
 
Elvin R Elroy Jr.
 
Chapter I:  The Fat Beer Belly
 
It was a cold dark and rainy night.  A night without Sunshine, or a Mirror, but a night that has a Salesman and darkness.  The rain was also dark, and did not have a mirror, but it did have Sunshine, when it did not have itself.  
 
Out of nowhere it appeared.  It was fat, and it drank beer.  It was not the sunshine that the rain did not have.  No was it a salesman, or darkness.  Nonetheless it seemed to be as cold as rain.
 
* to be continued 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
* probably will not be continued.

craigb
 
 
You need a comma between "cold" and "dark" in the first sentence.
 

I was taking poetic license for dramatic effect.  Gosh, haven't you ever watched Jerry Springer?  "I ain't the father of your baby," and "I ain't, the father of your baby," are two totally different ways of denying paternity depending on how fat she is.
 
Thus, "it was a cold dark and rainy night," and, "it was a cold, dark and rainy night," are both grammatically correct depending on who is administering the blood test.  In the former, the person administering the blood test is a nurse practitioner, and in the latter it is just your local, "alleyway junky," doing you a, "sporty favor."

xactly!

"Dark and stormy night" redirects here. For the film, see Dark and Stormy Night (film). For the play, see It Was a Dark and Stormy Night (play).
"It was a dark and stormy night" is an often-mocked and parodied phrase[1] written by English novelist Edward Bulwer-Lytton in the opening sentence of his 1830 novel Paul Clifford.[2] The phrase is considered to represent "the archetypal example of a florid, melodramatic style of fiction writing,"[1] also known as purple prose.
The phrase comes from the original opening sentence of Paul Clifford:

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents — except at occasional intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets (for it is in London that our scene lies), rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps that struggled against the darkness.