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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Stinky Ballad
While eating an oily garden salad… My ass trumpeted a stinky ballad. Regarding the scent, I was not a fan. …
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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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