The Brown Age Mystery
Do you know poops are prehistoric? And no, that question is not rhetoric. Thought to exist in the ancient Brown …
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Flash Fecal Flooding
Last night I devoured some delicious pasta. This morn it came back ten times faster. Yes, it was like eating …
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I Hear You Knocking
I took a poop too big to flush. And regrettably, I was in a rush. Someone was waiting to poop …
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Brown Ravioli
Without warning and out of the blue. Came a gut feeling, too well I knew. Immediately I stopped what I …
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Whirlpool Fudge Tunnel
There is no toilet I cannot defile. My aftermath will leave no smile. When I unleash the terrible mixture. The …
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Constipating Erosion
Let me see if I can concentrate… While I try to pass this constipate. It’s been troubling me most of …
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Big Mistake
This golden brown strumpet… I just blasted with a trumpet. Glistening in a rusty dark hue… From my rear it …
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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 Scent of Evil
I detect a most vile scent in the air. It’s mean and cruel and does not care. I regret inhaling …
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The Grim Reeker
Laying in wait for the perfect chance… To give you a surprise in your underpants. This ghastly being is known …
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Bad Luck Streak
Today while walking I passed a brown cat. Afterwards into my pants an accidental scat. Back inside I carelessly opened …
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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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My Name is Farts Galore
Lately, my name has been Farts Galore. I’ve been dropping bombs and stinky spores. The farts have been flying out …
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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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Splurkin’ The Gherkin
I was oozin’ the poodin’… But the squirtin’ was a-hurtin’. So I eased on the squeeze… And clenched my flow …
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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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The Struggle Within
A squelch between my cheeks meant only one thing. Something was brewing and it resembled chow mein. I tried to …
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Stain on Me?
Oh good grief! I see a stain… It’s on my jocks, not the porce-lain. I don’t know how this could …
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