Mangolia

Moving away from the war with the yams, I would like to speak to you, the reader, of the great land Mangolia.

Mangolia, in Mangianity, is ultimately similar to the heaven described in other religions. It is the realm which Mangore graces with his prescence and where all is good and there exists no bad. If you have been a good person (or at least tried your very best as humans are all inherently evil), regardless of your religion, you will gain entry into the great realm of Mangolia. If you have been bad, you will go to the underyam...but that is another story which I shall speak of in later posts.

You stay in Mangolia for what is on earth, roughly one hundred years before you are re-incarnated via a hat sorting device not unlike that which can be found in the Pooter films. During these hundred years you will experience all the goodness and happiness of Mangolia which I shall now describe.

Mangolia is like a really nice hotel...everyone has their own little room with everything and anything that makes them happiest. There is really not much to the concept. What is described in the great Holy Mangle (book of Mangianity) are the grounds of the Mangolian hotel.

The ground of Mangolia is like a combination of Meringue (the stuff they put on baked alaska), vanilla icecream, marshmallows, and whipped cream. Every man gets his own little patch of land. Each patch comes with 75 mango trees, each one tended by 75virgins (hadoyalikemenow Islam?!). The sky is always the color of the most beautiful sunset you have ever seen, there are 3 suns of unimaginable beauty, and the carnival is in town every day. Also tits.