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originally posted by: Thecakeisalie
(Vogon poetry is considered the second worst poetry in the universe and is a dying art. So I decided to revive it and hopefully this lost art will take off and spawn a new niche that some would call avant garde gobbledygook but at the same time preserves the Vogon heritage-like Cajun cooking.
Douglas, this is for you.)
Oh Garwarf, Garwarf I plead to thee!
As I lay in the poisonous globberhedge I pledge one of my five stomachs to you, my frumpy little drumplesitch. Do you deny that? I think not. Next!
Don't dare stare at my Flobberwotchin lest you get assigned to the blob mines you geck? That's right. My Shulubb aches for you Garwarf, aches like the boiling Targarean space crab I ate this morning. It's gizzards reminded me of you, my gibbery court appointed partner. Who's there?
Oh Garwarf, I would sign a form for you. I would sign that form so hard you'd hagstat. I am not your friend. Next please? Maybe.
Yours by law,
The flat earth thread was cool in comparison to this, sadly it was deleted and I made the mistake coming here. I finally dont feel beneath other posters on this site