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 …
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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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The Brown Age Mystery
Do you know poops are prehistoric? And no, that question is not rhetoric. Thought to exist in the ancient Brown …
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The Scent of Evil
I detect a most vile scent in the air. It’s mean and cruel and does not care. I regret inhaling …
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We Need a Plumber
Someone better call a plumber… Because my bowels awoke from their slumber! Toxic waste rained down with tremendous splatter. I’m …
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The Evil Trio – Salsa, Milk, Beer
Playing a stinking tune with my rear. Not quite beautiful music to my ears. Spicy hot steamer bringing on tears. …
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Unholy Shiz
Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, what did I just birth? If stink had a value, highly this would be worth! …
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Defenders of The Doo
You think you’re safe, but little do you know. You’ve got an evil rectum just about to blow! The fearless …
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Pandora’s Butt
You will be amiss. If you take a big sniff. You will feel aghast. Inhaling this blast. And your innards …
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