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Shattenator 2: Bogment Day

Here’s a tale about some chocolate slurry, which left my ass in quite the hurry.

Caffeine was loaded to work it’s magic, but I didn’t know things would end so tragic.

My stomach churned and began to rumble, which of course upset my stinky grundle.

Before I knew what had happened, I raced to the throne to begin my shattin’.

Explosive muck fired out at a high PSI, and wouldn’t stop til my bunghole cried.

Next time I might opt for a fecal cremation, this Apoocalypse has ended in total decimation.

Pure Pooetry

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