Dirty Business
What happened to those things that make blue water? My porcelain struggles with this brown slaughter. I remember once things …
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Doodoo Baking
I’m about to make a doodoo pie. Fresh and steaming from my brown eye. I lay some paper to contain …
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All Sick Senses: Redux
Around midnight I was awoken by a terrible sound. A grunting as someone laid a monstrous mound. At first I …
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Happy Spew Rear
As we wish you a Happy Spew Rear… I release a fresh chocolate spear. It pierces the water with its …
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Shitful Frown
I wear a sorry, shitful frown. For these bowels went to town… On my clean whitey-tighties. No longer feel nice …
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