Blasting The Block
Substance within is about to explode. This gut harbours a deadly payload. Flatulence attack unprecedented. Rupturing bubbles all fermented. Bowel …
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A Rumbling Below
A rumbling from down below… Signals something’s about to blow! Was it that Mexican enchilada? That made me a master …
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The Big Brown Boa
A gusty southerly began to blow. Churning the brown seas to and fro. Monsoonal brown rain also fell. Accompanied by …
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Storms a Brewin’
One eerie night the wind did blow. The wind outside and the wind below. Outside was cold but inside was …
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Recipe For Poosaster
It was a cold and lazy Sunday morning. Stepping out of my room, my butt was yawning. Breakfast was served …
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Bestial Bog Redux: The Poossession
My butt has been poosessed by a foul beast. It’s back there, lurking in my rear crease. It has been stinking …
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Slurry in a Hurry
I gotta find some porcelain, I gotta find it fast. I’ve got a brown delivery and I fear it’s gonna …
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Ready, Aim, Fire!
BLAM! My butt fired like a shotgun blast. Such was the power, I felt aghast. DING! The nuggets ricocheted around …
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Poopsicles
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
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Soggy Bog Smog
A thick brown cloud hangs in the air. Through its mass, I can’t even stare. I try to disperse and …
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Fat Brown Rhymes
I got my papers and I got my bling. Soon out my anus brown will sing. But I don’t wanna …
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Defenders of The Doo
You think you’re safe, but little do you know. You’ve got an evil rectum just about to blow! The fearless …
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Sudden Public Attack
I was in a crowded shop when I felt the pooey pangs. It was as if Count Dumpula had bitten …
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Plastic Bag
Here’s another tale and yes it’s true. And as usual, it’s all about poo. I have a brother, several years …
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Houston, We Have a Pooblem!
Friday work lunch, a burger from heaven. But the aftereffects, got my bowels a revvin’. I got back to the …
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