Killer Stench: The Return
It’s a good thing no one can smell this shiz. Cos I’m dropping a stinker like no one’s biz! It’s …
Pure Pooetry
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 …
Pure Pooetry
Fanning The Flames
I’m laying in bed in the dead of night. My bowel rumbles and needs to shite. But first I sound …
Pure Pooetry
