Multitasking Gone Wrong
Honestly, I’ve never pooped in a sock… But the opposite might get pipes blocked. Before I sat down to take …
A Movement To Get Behind
I’m pooping in a far off distant land… Not the usual throne that I demand. A public pooper is where …
The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
An Overdose of Odour
A deep long tooting like from an obe… Came from the occupied commode. Hideously wafting outward vile scent. This stench …
Undies in a Bunch
I’m perched on the porcelain, slumped in a hunch. Trying to poop but my undies are in a bunch. I …
Heavy Dump at Dusk
Sitting on the throne late one evening… I felt a shudder as the brown was leaving. This dump at dusk …
Rectal Rush
Something in my gut did not feel good. Clearly I’ve eaten the wrong kind of food. Time was of the …
Settling The Doodoo Debt
I don’t mean to cause anyone to fret… But I’m here to settle a doodoo debt. I hadn’t visited the …
Poo Can’t Touch This
As I was wiping I felt something warm. I hoped like hell the paper wasn’t torn. Thin and whispy is …
Rumble in The Bronx
That seriously did not just happen… An apoocalypse while I was a-crappin’. Something monstrous was making its way… Through my …
The Dry Wipe: Redux
The aftermath of my last massive meal… Left my bowels with a wet and soggy feel. But an odd thing …
A Slam Dunk
With a loud resounding POOTOHEY… I violently fired a brown gooey. With such a high-speed rectal blast… In a speckled …
Blockage of Brown
Those nachos tasted awesome going in… But gave me a gas stinking of pure sin. And the cheeseburger loaded with …
Runaway Boulder
It’s best to never tempt your fate. Especially regarding your stinky date. But I’ve just birthed a runaway boulder! It …
Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
Stale Stool
Sometimes my doo has a really stale smell. Usually when I haven’t dumped in a spell. And the colour looks …
The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
The Great Brown Pointer
You’ve all heard the story of the shark named jaws… Now hear about The Great Brown Pointer named Smores. It …
