Friday, September 23, 2011

Vogon Poetry Slam a Putrescent Miasma of Filth

As promised, this year's Vogon Poetry Slam was revolting, putrescent, and snotterifically awful. In the end, a poem about bodily excretions narrowly edged one about a boy who drank the contents of a spittoon. Come out next year to be truly horrified by more Vogon poetry.

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