No Pain, No Poop
Here’s a story of the most heinous of shites. A mighty bog battle, the worst of all fights. I had …
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Big Ol’ Bog!
I sit here on the loo and I ponder… This horrid scent, now I wonder… What on Earth did I …
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Scatastrophe
While going on a walk with the dog… A scent breezed by, a hint of bog. Old Rover had released quite …
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Cthulhu Shit
Here be a dump in the making for hours. I force it out with monstrous power. With a thud it slumps …
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The Brown Gherkin
A sudden pain in the guts was the first warning. Then a trumpet announced a bog was spawning. Out it spewed …
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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 …
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The Bog of a Million Riches
The Bog of a Million Riches… Has soiled countless britches. Due to lavish and extravagant lifestyle… And consumption of food …
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A Sickening Sight
I peered into the bowl after a heinous outing. What I saw left my mind doubting. Was I responsible for …
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All Sick Senses: Redux
Around midnight I was awoken by a terrible sound. A grunting as someone laid a monstrous mound. At first I …
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Brown Dreams
I’ve had a sickly feeling all weekend. A need to regurgitate from my rear end. An unpleasant cloud like a …
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Hershey Highway
Out from the Hershey Highway this bog did fly. Speeding like a rocket it surprised all nearby. Hitting the surface …
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The Problematic Dangler
I went to poop and felt enormous pain… This poop was too large to enter the porce-lain. Tremendous in girth …
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Sacrificial Shizzle
I just excreted a steamy brown broth… It hissed and bubbled in a furious froth. I didn’t mean to deliver …
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Time To Bog
It’s time for a bog! What more can I say? I’ve been baking this one since yesterday! My stink biscuit …
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Shrimp Bogtail
Seated for dinner and much to my delight… I saw before me such a beautiful sight. Seafood as far the …
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Breakfast of Bog
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
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New Job Christening
The other day I started a brand new job, it wasn’t long before I christened it by taking a tremendous …
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Fecal Meditation
I currently sit to take a deuce… But I’m having trouble making it sleuce. My cheeks are planted but there’s …
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