Bogging at home is something I’ve missed. I’m off work this week with an injured ankle, not wrist. Everyday I usually …

Work was slow and I was feeling bored, when suddenly my rectum gored. Off like a flash to the loo …

There I was, off in my own little world. When something abhorrent occurred and started to curl. Inside it twisted, …

An upset stomach let me know… To The Pooey Bank I had to go. My bung-hole opened and out it …

Constipation is nothing but awful hard labour. Abhorrent to Newman, the evil, scheming neighbour. It’s infuriating like Kenny Roger’s Chicken, …

Two days in and I’m right on queue. Out from my anus brown colour did spew. Five weeks away was …

The paint began to peel and the bowl grew stained… The tell-tale signs of a turd going against the grain. …

Breakfast was delicious but I might be in trouble. Something deep down has started to bubble. I let out a …

I sit here in the cubicle all warm and sweaty. Out from my anus sleuths some greasy spaghetti. It leaves …

To all the evil doers, beware. Doodieman will shit in your hair. He has an endless supply of poop. It’s …

I unload a monstrous shit each day. It keeps the nasty proctologist away. A sprinkling of stinky butt-crumbs. Brown flakes …

I went to lay my head down to start to sleep. When suddenly a torrential poo began to seep. I …

Decrepit dumps make the anus sore. Eventually the bogging becomes a chore. A behemoth browning, a shitful spawning. Sadly, this …

Packed and loaded, ready to go. This shit is full and about to blow. A stealthy fart heralds the incoming …