Snarf! Snorfle! Let me see if I have this straight...
After stepping over a body on the porch, a burninating Trogdor whore's crotch (reciting really bad poetry) mounted a Patronus' genitalia on really clean bedsheets while a gin-drinking spirit with a magnificent todger (nekked except for green silk stockings), indulged in cheese and pudding play while wanking a big bellied, brown-nosed Diddumdiddledoo Wrinkleysac tied to a canon.