The Brown Hurl
The moment has arrived, it’s finally here. A bog brewing for hours of that I now fear. No wind, no …
The moment has arrived, it’s finally here. A bog brewing for hours of that I now fear. No wind, no …
Foul is the smell as I take the throne. A dark deed this day it shall be known. My anus …
Some time ago a I wrote this lovely little pooem. I have called it “Disco Defecation” and it goes *pause* …