Caca-Cursed
I awoke to that dreaded feeling. Stomach spun and I was reeling. The inner churn began around 3:30. An AM …
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Scatastrophe
While going on a walk with the dog… A scent breezed by, a hint of bog. Old Rover had released quite …
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Poopare For War
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
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Blockage of Brown
Those nachos tasted awesome going in… But gave me a gas stinking of pure sin. And the cheeseburger loaded with …
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Dreadful Brown Departure
Dude, I badly need to take a shit. My nostrils currently take the hit. Fart after fart I fear the …
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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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Clean Break
This damn log feels jammed. Half way out the shits crammed. If only I had a bogdozer to nudge… This …
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Impoossible Mission
First thing in the morn… Something wicked began to spawn. I could feel the dangerous mass slowly build. By my …
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Weekend Rumble
After feasting on burgers and tender steak… I sorely needed a bathroom break. My bowels were full and on the …
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Shapely Abstract
I just released a massive deuce. A mushy mound from my caboose. But this wasn’t just any sour mash. It …
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The Ice Cold Greeting
In Winter it’s nice to be all warm and toasty… Especially when taking a golden brown roasty. Man, do I …
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Bedtime Horror
It was time for bed when I got the alert… I needed the toilet fast before my ass went berserk. …
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Volcanic Hazard
The throne shined white, whiter than snow… But soon that would change, it would lose its glow. Something was brewing …
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Heavy Weight Title
Slowly I staggered away from the table… The weight in my gut made my legs unstable. I’d downed too much …
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Poosepi’s Bad Choice
There’s just no time to get more paper. I’ll risk what’s there to clean this caper. It’s cold and raining …
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Fat Brown Rhymes
I got my papers and I got my bling. Soon out my anus brown will sing. But I don’t wanna …
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