The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
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Rumble in The Bronx
That seriously did not just happen… An apoocalypse while I was a-crappin’. Something monstrous was making its way… Through my …
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The Great Brown Pointer
You’ve all heard the story of the shark named jaws… Now hear about The Great Brown Pointer named Smores. It …
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Call a Plumber
Every time I poop its gigantic in girth. Forget the bowl I worry about planet Earth. Hurdling into the bowl …
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I’m Out of Order
I have a disease. Well, it’s more of a sickness. I block toilets with turds of mammoth thickness. No matter …
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Turned To Darkness – Part I
Darkness fell upon the bowl… As The Wizard arrived to reap souls. He prays on the innocent who have no …
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Doodoo Baking
I’m about to make a doodoo pie. Fresh and steaming from my brown eye. I lay some paper to contain …
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The Running Marathon
Is this a marathon? I think I’ve got the runs… And believe you me this isn’t at all fun. Within …
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My Anus is Aflame
Akin to an old mower is my rear. It lurches and splutters into gear. And just now I let rip …
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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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A Tragic Flush
We often think of toilets as somewhat good. The place to rid our bodies of digested food. But what if …
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The Scent of Fear
A colossal exodus from my bunghole… In just one go has filled the bowl. But the rancid stink, so rich …
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The Shitting of The Damned
Like a slow-moving snail, my poop started to crown. Obviously aware that soon it would drown. It kept its pace …
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A Gentleman…
A gentleman doesn’t flush in the middle of the night. To show he cares he leaves the steaming shite. For …
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Ex-Meat Sauce
My porcelain throne is empty like the streets. Until now my ass had issued a retreat! This shiny bowl, oh …
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Take A Bow
The spitting and the splatting… Came the spluttery shatting. The claggy and the gooey. My rear feels a bit spewy. …
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The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
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Hypootised!
After depositing a dreadful load… And luckily safe in my abode. But upon my face grew a sneer. When into …
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