Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
The sewers beneath old London town… Conceal a secret coated in brown. The tubes and pipes that lead to dunnies… …
Honestly, I’ve never pooped in a sock… But the opposite might get pipes blocked. Before I sat down to take …
That seriously did not just happen… An apoocalypse while I was a-crappin’. Something monstrous was making its way… Through my …
The Bog of a Million Riches… Has soiled countless britches. Due to lavish and extravagant lifestyle… And consumption of food …
Three poops in a day is a bit too much. And it hasn’t helped to soften the touch. My hole …
Desperately I fled from my angry pursuers. Yet what I needed were the sewers. Somewhere, anywhere to unleash what lay …
A colossal exodus from my bunghole… In just one go has filled the bowl. But the rancid stink, so rich …
I’m so doodoo-depressed. Look at these pants I’ve messed. And I’m down in the brown dumps. Even my deuce sags and slumps. …
I just unloaded this monster dump. It splashed down with a mighty thump. In the bowl, violent ripples. My anus …
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
It’s been a while between the pipes. A blockage so big, I need more wipes. First round was easy, just …