The Horrible Mud Hog
I’m out on a stroll, walking my dog. Feeling pretty good, I have a little jog. The sun is out, …
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Rumble in The Bronx
That seriously did not just happen… An apoocalypse while I was a-crappin’. Something monstrous was making its way… Through my …
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Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
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I’m Out of Order
I have a disease. Well, it’s more of a sickness. I block toilets with turds of mammoth thickness. No matter …
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The Scent of Fear
A colossal exodus from my bunghole… In just one go has filled the bowl. But the rancid stink, so rich …
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The Ghastly Appoorition Returns
The ghastly appoorition has returned. My bowels have simply not learned. I failed to eat well. My rear emits a …
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Better Not Slip
Last night’s burger was delicious and nice. But this morning my rectum is paying the price. My gut felt normal, …
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Chocolate Whip
Porcelain filled to the brim. All deposits into the swim. Actually, more like a drown. In the bowl nothing but …
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The Struggle Within
A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing. Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein. I tried to …
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Cerveza y Frijoles no Bueno
There I was bent over cheeks a quiver. Trying to squeeze the gunk from my liver. Right when I thought …
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Planet Poop
Shizhard Wizard again, exploring the poopy cosmos! I’m searching for worlds to deposit my rear compost! With an “ABRA-CRAP-DABRA!” and …
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Down South
Way down south they have a special sauce. It can fill your undies with pooper’s remorse. Not for the tame, …
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A Public Outing
Public toilets are not a nice place. Their conditions are a filthy disgrace. I hadn’t used one in quite a …
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Too Close To The Sun / Fecal at Sea
I went too far this time, I flew too close to The Sun. Two double espressos equal a rumbling in …
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The Brown Hurl
The moment has arrived, it’s finally here. A bog brewing for hours of that I now fear. No wind, no …
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