I sat my cheeks on the throne… As my stomach began to groan. Yep… I made it. Just in time! …

Why oh why am I such a clutz? I went for a poo and sat on my nuts. As I …

Rage bogs… aren’t they great! After my day at work I couldn’t wait. I’m over the moon now as my turtle …

My cheeks made contact as I sighed with relief, what happened next is beyond belief. I could feel something big …

The smell of egg has filled the air. As I make brown without a care. This dump is disgraceful… The …

Someone just entered the second cubicle. With what I’m releasing… this isn’t suitable. What nerve, how dare he, this is a …

What a life… I just woke up. I’m already taking a poo… boy what luck! My bowels are compact and …

So golden, so shiny, so delicate and chunky. That’s a description of my poo and it smells quite funky. So fast …

All was well in Scrotanigan’s job when suddenly he felt something odd. A niggle, a tickle, not quite unpleasant, almost …

Not even the cold could prevent this power, from out of my coight rained a brown shower. The only thing …

You know that image that you get, of someone making sausages, and the meat is all wet? Well that’s exactly …