A Rumbling Below
A rumbling from down below… Signals something’s about to blow! Was it that Mexican enchilada? That made me a master …
A rumbling from down below… Signals something’s about to blow! Was it that Mexican enchilada? That made me a master …
Hear the creaking and the cracking… Then into water, logs smacking. His mighty axe swings and attacks… Logs fly out …
My loo is shattered and gross. It’s certainly nothing I would boast. Yet busting to go I had little choice. …
Honestly, I’ve never pooped in a sock… But the opposite might get pipes blocked. Before I sat down to take …
I have a disease. Well, it’s more of a sickness. I block toilets with turds of mammoth thickness. No matter …
Three poops in a day is a bit too much. And it hasn’t helped to soften the touch. My hole …
No one’s died shooting a stinky air squirt. Yet the one I just tooted really did hurt! It was followed …
I’m so damn proud of what I just produced… An indescribable torpoodo from my caboose. I heard the warning sirens …
I’m not enjoying this toilet session. It’s causing me fecal depression. Normally I feel sweat running down my crack. But …
Off to the loo, I make a mad dash. Gotta drop this load in a fecal flash. Lid goes up, …
Down south, I’m packing heat. Getting ready to fire from my seat. An itchy trigger to fire the sludge. Gotta …
Oh my goodness! The unthinkable has happened. There’s a major malfunction where I do my crappin’. The throne… she’s broken! …
It was a cold and lazy Sunday morning. Stepping out of my room, my butt was yawning. Breakfast was served …
The wait was long but I found relief. I was finally able to plant my cheeks. The turd was brewing …
There’s a tiny grain of sand. Down in my southern gland. For when I lift up my frock. And drop …
I’m so doodoo-depressed. Look at these pants I’ve messed. And I’m down in the brown dumps. Even my deuce sags and slumps. …
Lately I’ve felt the need for adult diapers. I feel like my job is a full-time butt wiper. Something’s not …
There’s just no time to get more paper. I’ll risk what’s there to clean this caper. It’s cold and raining …