Mississippi Steamboat
What you are about to read is a true story. Forever remembered in all its poo glory. It’s a tale …
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Green, Amber, Red, BROWN!
Last night I ate something quite average. Now I feel an inner rumbling so savage. Going in, the taste was …
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Gone Nukin’
All day long the gas was blowing. The magnitude of this turd was growing. The latest stench signalled to me loud …
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Bubble and Squeak
Bubble and Squeak is not for the meek. Causing your poop to grotesquely reek. In fact, it will give you …
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The Steam at Sheen
I’ll tell you a story and believe me, it’s no lie. I wouldn’t believe it if I didn’t come out …
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Cold Winter Morn
I was minding my business one cold winter morn. When all of a sudden my butt gave a terrible yawn. …
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Snags Kablamo
I could feel within a furious brown. Kicking and screaming before it crowned. Without hesitation, I left the bay. To …
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Avalanche of Brown
A build up of gas brews deep inside. I must quickly vent it from my hide. I take the throne …
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The Celebration
With cheeks firmly planted I put pen to paper. It’s time to rhyme about this pooey caper. It’s a special …
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Crappy Klaxon
A bellowing burst of gas suddenly erupts. Rudely into the conversation it interrupts. This blaring klaxon has a deafening echo. …
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Battle Cry of Bog
Rally the troops. Gather the poops. It’s time to sit and fight. Make these shits smite. Flood them with brown …
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Phantom of The Poopera
Something escaped my ass as I drove. Its fumes where fiery to the nose. This could only mean there was …
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BBQ From Hell
Oh my fricken good glaven! My butthole is really misbehavin’. The reason for this deuce that’s mean. Today I drank …
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The Raging Storm
My eye of brown began to weep, as a toxic gas began to seep. Something has made my coight quite …
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An Easy Movement
The gas blew as I made my way, fingers crossed I wasn’t getting a spray. I made safety and sat …
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Morning Gory
It was that time for morning glory. With how my stomach felt I knew it would be gory. My stomach …
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The Pooper’s Groove
The trumpet sounds as I plant my cheeks, and my snake like deuce begins to peek. But wait it’s stubborn …
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