Turned To Darkness – Part III
After what seems a millennium The Count has risen. A full brown moon is out and nuggets will be spillin’. …
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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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A Plumbing Mishap
Desperately I fled from my angry pursuers. Yet what I needed were the sewers. Somewhere, anywhere to unleash what lay …
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Can’t Wipe Lefty
As much as I try, and try as I might… I can only ever wipe with my right. A lefty …
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Rectal Riptide Wreck
My poor erupting spleen was not too keen… For out of the blue came the brown and mean. It blasted …
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My Pootaters Are Boiled
It really boils my pootaters… When a throne gets defiled by a poo-hater. They don’t think to clean up their …
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The Problematic Dangler
I went to poop and felt enormous pain… This poop was too large to enter the porce-lain. Tremendous in girth …
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Letting Slip
Have you ever thought that the coast was clear… So you decide to drop flatus from your rear? Then you …
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Pooper’s Remorse
This terrible deed, I must confess. Laid by me, in a heinous mess. It sits glaring up from the porcelain …
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Microscopic Mineshaft
The butthole is like an old abandoned mine. Somewhere in there hides prized bronze grime. And in the mineshaft, shiz …
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Lactose Intolerance
Milk and salsa my intestines detest. Plainly obvious by my diarrhea fest. Barely made it to this bowl on which …
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A Frightening Discovery
Casually I lifted the lid and what did I find? Something that scared my naive behind. It was a colossal …
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The Loose Bowels
The loose bowels did bleat an unsettling howl… Followed by a spluttering from its wet jowls. I peeked at the …
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New Job Christening
The other day I started a brand new job, it wasn’t long before I christened it by taking a tremendous …
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Shit’s Outta Control
Shit’s blowing up, shit’s outta control. My ass smoulders with brown charcoal. The mess it made is hard to describe. …
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Brown Splatters
Brown splatters, a sickly batter. Why does this brown mess matter? Eruption sudden, a rush and floodin’. I rapidly press …
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Fecal Friday
I sat my cheeks upon the throne… In the superior comfort of my home. I need not care where I …
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