Shrimp Bogtail
Seated for dinner and much to my delight… I saw before me such a beautiful sight. Seafood as far the …
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Flossing The Brown Canyon
I’m sitting here in disbelief. The following event was not brief. At my job, I was doing my work… When …
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Fraudulent Poo
I am a pretty regular fella. Mornings I drop brown into yella. But today I gotzta tell ya. I’m plugged …
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Receiving Poo Gifts
Eat high fibre food. Mr. Hankey Christmas Poo. Will give gifts to you. By Guest Pooet, The People’s Pooet
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A Faint Hint of Brown
This chair where I penned many a piece. For years it cushioned my rear crease. It had soft and comfy …
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Mississippi Steamboat
What you are about to read is a true story. Forever remembered in all its poo glory. It’s a tale …
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The Insides
Something’s wrong on the insides. After last night’s session, I cried. I pooped till I was red and raw. My …
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A Frightening Discovery
Casually I lifted the lid and what did I find? Something that scared my naive behind. It was a colossal …
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Clear The Air
I am the champion of a long fragrant ooze… How many layers of wipe must I choose? At first, I …
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The Loose Bowels
The loose bowels did bleat an unsettling howl… Followed by a spluttering from its wet jowls. I peeked at the …
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A Short One About A Long One
How long can this turd be? It felt like two or three. I am excited to get up and see. …
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The Shattering Girth
A girthy log just left my ass. It shattered the porcelain like it was glass. I had to push because …
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Cerveza y Frijoles no Bueno
There I was bent over cheeks a quiver. Trying to squeeze the gunk from my liver. Right when I thought …
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Unholy Shiz
Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, what did I just birth? If stink had a value, highly this would be worth! …
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The Aft-Turd-Math
This shit was almost too late a decision. Not much intestinal precision. Excrement against porcelain in high-speed collision. Six wipes …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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