Shizhard Wizard Stinky Ballad
While eating an oily garden salad… My ass trumpeted a stinky ballad. Regarding the scent, I was not a fan. …
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Blast Off!
Off to the loo, I make a mad dash. Gotta drop this load in a fecal flash. Lid goes up, …
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Firing On All Cylinders!
My ass is firing on all cylinders! Impact is felt by all New Zealanders! This message comes as a stern …
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Bronze Finger
He’s the man with the mushy touch. His finger slipped just a bit too much. While wiping to escape the …
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Filling The Pumpkin
Oh boy oh boy, it’s time for Halloween. The best time to eject from my spleen. My pumpkin is carved …
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Rather Pale
Ever done a poop that looked rather pale? Mine came out like bread that was stale. I don’t feel unwell, …
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Packing Heat
Down south, I’m packing heat. Getting ready to fire from my seat. An itchy trigger to fire the sludge. Gotta …
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Mission: Souvlaki
Reporting on the mission, secret agent 002. I had a stealthy and secret job to doodoo. The objective was a …
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Flash Fecal Flooding
Last night I devoured some delicious pasta. This morn it came back ten times faster. Yes, it was like eating …
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Brown Ravioli
Without warning and out of the blue. Came a gut feeling, too well I knew. Immediately I stopped what I …
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Whirlpool Fudge Tunnel
There is no toilet I cannot defile. My aftermath will leave no smile. When I unleash the terrible mixture. The …
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Big Mistake
This golden brown strumpet… I just blasted with a trumpet. Glistening in a rusty dark hue… From my rear it …
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The Scent of Evil
I detect a most vile scent in the air. It’s mean and cruel and does not care. I regret inhaling …
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Bad Luck Streak
Today while walking I passed a brown cat. Afterwards into my pants an accidental scat. Back inside I carelessly opened …
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My Name is Farts Galore
Lately, my name has been Farts Galore. I’ve been dropping bombs and stinky spores. The farts have been flying out …
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My Pootaters Are Boiled
It really boils my pootaters… When a throne gets defiled by a poo-hater. They don’t think to clean up their …
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Splurkin’ The Gherkin
I was oozin’ the poodin’… But the squirtin’ was a-hurtin’. So I eased on the squeeze… And clenched my flow …
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The Struggle Within
A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing. Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein. I tried to …
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