Scatastrophe
While going on a walk with the dog… A scent breezed by, a hint of bog. Old Rover had released quite …
Pure Pooetry
Brown Mountain
I just dropped the world’s heaviest load. It shook the foundations of my abode. Porcelain is somehow still intact. Despite the …
Pure Pooetry
Snags Kablamo
I could feel within a furious brown. Kicking and screaming before it crowned. Without hesitation, I left the bay. To …
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Phantom of The Poopera
Something escaped my ass as I drove. Its fumes where fiery to the nose. This could only mean there was …
Pure Pooetry
