The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
I went too far this time, I flew too close to The Sun. Two double espressos equal a rumbling in …
This stall is so hot and isn’t fun. It feels like I’m pooing on the sun. The beads of sweat …
Such an enormous deuce does await. I’ve pushed so hard I’ve got shakes. I’m in some pain and a lot …