A Murder Scene
After taking a monumental dump… I had grave fears for my rump. Inside the bowl it was far from clean. …
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No Respect
I’m a couple coffees in when I feel the brown sin. If I don’t poop soon the fecal will claim …
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Tootpaste: Redux
My body is a giant tube of tootpaste. Before you ask, no I’m not shitfaced. But I am filled with …
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Repugnant Rapunzel
An ungodly stink so fetid and sick… Hit my nostrils like a tonne of bricks. A blunt force trauma so …
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Rectal Rush
Something in my gut did not feel good. Clearly I’ve eaten the wrong kind of food. Time was of the …
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Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
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The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
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Call Upon The Poopie Priest!
Pleasant is not a word I would use… To describe the scent of this ooze. Unlike any other dump I’ve …
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Take A Bow
The spitting and the splatting… Came the spluttery shatting. The claggy and the gooey. My rear feels a bit spewy. …
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Chocolate Whip
Porcelain filled to the brim. All deposits into the swim. Actually, more like a drown. In the bowl nothing but …
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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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Soft Serve
Warm ooze I slowly drop. Like an evil ice cream shop. From my ass it did plop. Need a shower …
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Clear The Air
I am the champion of a long fragrant ooze… How many layers of wipe must I choose? At first, I …
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There Goes The Flow
A stink from below has caused a great offence. Time to ooze a chocolate soft serve dispense. But without a …
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Pooggenheim
There’s a fancy museum, and it’s well known. Mr. Whippy shaped and a brown colour tone. Located in the wonderful …
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Pathetic Pooetry No More!
We haven’t penned a rhyme in quite a while. This lack of caca-creativity really isn’t our style. We need to …
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Coffee Goes in…
The coffee goes in, toffee comes out. Time to create brown sauerkraut. The stink is rich, the stink is rank. …
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Friday Floods Once More
I just had an emergency evacuation. The fecal ejected before plantation. I found myself in a right shitty situation. Bowels …
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