The Count Fights On!
Count Dumpula told us a fascinating tale. He fought Rocky Balboga but sadly did fail. But credit is needed where …
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Rocky Balboga
Pooem concept by Papa Poosepi. The gloves are off now as I enter round two. A furious oppoonent, Rocky Balboga …
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Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
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Corporate Crapper
The toilets at work have fallen into disrepair. Their current state would give you quite a scare. If you’ve read …
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Sickening Twist
And with a sickening twist… My bowels announced with mist… A disastrous bog… Like corn on a cob. It’s rippled …
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Papa Poosepi and The Long Weekend
It’s wonderful touching down with your cheeks… After a long weekend eating 5kg of meat. It started with a jumbo …
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Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
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Further Friday Floods
The burger’s fecal was not done. Sludge eager to void my bum. So in a dirty shopping mall. I found …
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Friday Fecal Failure
Burger was rich and delicious. And I was far from suspicious. But the eruption was late. Delayed fecal fate. This …
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Friday Fecal Flurries
Yay! The Friday fecal is here. To my brown eye it brings a tear. I squat over the throne. Spray …
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The Real Bowl Cracker
I’ll tell you a story and believe me it’s true. I was having a cigarette and needed to poo. I …
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Poophole / Loophole
Finally, it’s happened for the first time today! I get to sit on my ass and release my spray! It’s …
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Misery Loves Spice
I wish I could start with something funny… But instead all I got was very runny. The pressure did build …
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Herald of a Greater Poower
You dare not take a sniff… of this horrendous farted whiff. Heralding a rancid unloading. My gut is experiencing bloating. …
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Papa Poosepi and The Morning Glory
You’re in for a treat coz it’s time for a story. About Papa Poosepi and his morning glory. The day …
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Not A Queef
My rectum has been causing me a bit of grief. The stench is bad but thankfully it’s no queef. So …
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Third Eye Blind
I’ve taken many a turd as of late, and every time they end with the same fate. They all start …
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Bogger's Chant
Man your poo-post, that porcelain bowl will soon be toast! You must chug and chug, excrete that brown slug! You …
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