A gentlemanly sir with a brodum of epic proportion. God himself cannot fathom the epicallity of Wangsephs wang. Originates from Khwangistan, on
tuesday evenings this sir goes out to the
local hotdog stands, and makes all the hotdog lovers jealous of their inferior weiners. After this Wangseph smother his member in mustard, relish, but never, never, ever ketchup. Or fat chicks, no fat chicks. Following the condiment explosion, he smacks the best biddie he can find, whilst screaming "
YEE FAT
KOLO" and the biddie is honored by the honor of Wangseph.
Judy: I went to my local hotdog parlour to obtain a weiner, whence upon mine arrival, this Wangseph slings out his
schlong and smothers it in various condiments, and a condom, and smacks me, RIGHT IN THE KISSER, I wanted to eat his
heart, instead I ate his shmeckle. then he listened to
dubstep together.
Gertha: Gee wiz that's swell Judy!