Foul Foretelling
Good old coffee, it keeps me awake. I’m on cup five, here comes the quake. But coffee keeps me fired …
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Pile-up on The South Poopway
There was a traffic jam from deep within. A massive pile-up waiting for the fecal bin. No matter how hard …
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Doodoo Destruction
Here’s a tale of doodoo destruction. A time of mega pants eruption. The moment of touchdown, something wasn’t right. The …
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Between The Pipes
It’s been a while between the pipes. A blockage so big, I need more wipes. First round was easy, just …
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A Stain To Remember
White undies, what on Earth was I thinking? Now my browns are clearly streaking. The marks left here are a …
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Shop Til You Plop
I apoologise, this poost is long overdue. And like always it’s about number two. Rejoice! We’ve opened up an online shop. Now …
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The Pooman Cometh
The lie some tell to placate oneself. Pipedream of belonging, love, or of wealth. Won’t be pushed out by others’ …
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Too Hot To Poop
Unfortunately, today is going to be quite hot. 34°C isn’t ideal to be making rectal snot. What we need is …
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The Brown Convict
The brown convict was restless. His desire for freedom, endless. He had to wait for the right time. To break …
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Brown Biscuit
My anus is feeling a bit frisket. Maybe it was the delicious brisket. It was cooked to absolute poofection. Now …
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Rectal To The Rescue: Part 1
My fellow poopers, I have a story to tell. It’s about poop, and also a magic spell. I was at …
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Juicy Douchery
Hold out your hands for some fresh juice. Squeeze the cheeks and ooze the poose. Like a twist of lemon, …
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Groundbog Day
This morning when I unloaded my guts. I felt good, no longer in a fecal rut. But that feeling of …
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B(e)acon of Hope
Of all the food sources that fuel our disgusting shit. There’s one above all that is the pooiest hit. It’s …
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Saturday Morning War
It’s time for me to take a ride. Blasting nutty chunks from my hide. Thunderous plops and monsoonal waves. One …
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Offensive Stink
Such an offensive stink. Just left my hole of pink. It was in no way a warning. Cos I’d already …
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Retripootion
Someone has been leaving their brown curds. On the walls and floors their smeared turds. A small mountain of monstrosities …
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