Papa Poosepi The Chocolate Banana Split
An icy breeze is what I could feel… As my chocolate banana began to peel. About zero degrees is what …
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Poonishment
I swear this bog is the purest of evil. What is coming out should not be legal. This girthly monster …
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Master of Nuggets
Did you hear about that one time… When Papa splattered the bowl with slime? Or the time he produced a …
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Victory at Last
I got comfortable on the loo… And with a gentle push began to poo. There was a turtle head that …
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Papa’s Birthday Bog
Today is the anniversary of my birth. Celebrating, I produce a monstrous girth. Eggs on toast with super strong coffee. …
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Papa Poosepi When Nature Called
So there I was all comfy in bed… When nature called and wanted to be fed. Typical for when I …
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Something’s Wrong With My Shake n Bake
I just birthed a thick meaty chud. It crashed into the bowl with a mighty thud. The funny thing is …
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Papa’s Way
It’s round two of my fecal spew. Blasting nuggets is what I do. Supercharged and packed with force. Always showing …
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Crimping The Pickle
Going about my Saturday work… And of course my bunghole had to twerk. This wasn’t the time to be taking …
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Doodoo Day Invasion
It’s Saturday morning and I’ve come to work. While unlocking the dealership my butthole twerked. Looking around I realised no …
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Scattle Muster
Upon the seat I did straddle, while rounding up the cattle. Not the type that goes moo, I’m talking stinky …
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The Homelife Bog
Bogging at home is something I’ve missed. I’m off work this week with an injured ankle, not wrist. Everyday I usually …
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A Frightening Charge
Work was slow and I was feeling bored, when suddenly my rectum gored. Off like a flash to the loo …
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The Pooey Bank
An upset stomach let me know… To The Pooey Bank I had to go. My bung-hole opened and out it …
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Ain’t No Picnic
The paint began to peel and the bowl grew stained… The tell-tale signs of a turd going against the grain. …
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Weapon of Mass Erosion
Man oh man was I in pain, while struggling to stop the chocolate rain. I had to run three flights …
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Poo Room of Horror
The heatwave is gone but it’s still quite hot… To drop off a load of rectal snot. Being shut in …
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