"Uthlepthwex" The sequel to Ogpot
Chapter 1
thonigfoginath has arrived beneath pants.
Bonifangth: the frutze zuntse prusste vrute.
Caesar: idle pognsog flips my pop. Plag this ponstrosity.
Thagpofnot: Hello, Caesar. I will gladly purchase one of your bananas...
Count Nutsackula: off asse is my banana. Deep within it resides.
thonigfoginath: A cruel thrust!
Thithathiloth: hoary pantathorts! where is my gasbag?
Sir Highbrow Thlagfofploth III: no, I don't think Canada deserves a gallon, but hear me out... a pint is not out of the question.
Count Nutsackula: by the asswarts on my ass, who has been eating my mass of gas!?
Peraliar Pooftang: so, I say give earmuffs to all the apples, and let's just get this over with. Bend over and prepare for an all-out invasion of your cavity by my D--- then you may recieve your o--l award
Thagpofnot: Imperilous feesnab! pull those pox from that place or I will clean your cavity with your colonsack!
thonigfoginath: pilious rubbelnath! Never will that clean of my colon shall touch, unless thouroughly dusted with an alka-seltzer shaped penis. And even then, only on Wednesdays.
And The moral of This story is:
He who looks for meaning in things is a retard