"god damn it bart!"
homer sipspon was mad. homer was naked. bart had just burnt all the towles outside and now homer had nothing to dry himself off with. homer stomped around, his thick yellow penis swinging around as he went downstairs after bart.
"ha ha ha ha ha," bart laughed, leaving the house. homer chased after him, forgetting that he was a naked yellow man instead of being a clothed yellow man. homer was now outside, angry and pissed off. he stormed over to ned flanders's house, where the mustachioed man was trimming his hedges.
"hi diddle doodle, homeroso," ned said. "boy, i can see your dingle dangle dongle."
homer screamed. "what!" homer said, covering himself.
"oh i don't mind," flanfers replied. "in fact, i was wondering if you'd like to come over and have a measuring contest," flanders said.
"what about your stupid kids?" homer asked. "and aren't you christen? won't the god dude be mad?"
"oh, rod and dod are outta town, homo," said flanders. "it'll be you and me, real men, having a real manly time. we can diddly doodly all night long."
"i dunno," homer said. "what if marge find out..."
"oh, this isn't cheati ng," fed said "we're just gonne see our schlongerinos and have a good old fashinoed time!"
"eh, why not," homer accepted. "the boy can wait."