Ghastly Goop
The bowl is a void where no life exists. All that will inhabit, a swirly brown mist. So, behold the …
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Brown Dreams
I’ve had a sickly feeling all weekend. A need to regurgitate from my rear end. An unpleasant cloud like a …
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Beat The Heat
I’m not enjoying this toilet session. It’s causing me fecal depression. Normally I feel sweat running down my crack. But …
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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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Return To Funky Town
There’s a special place called Funky Town. It has thunderous bass and torrents of brown. The walls are porcelain and …
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Brown Gristle
That which was once nice and shiny… Is now stained, soiled and grimy. Yesterday I had the runs rather bad. …
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Cleanup in Aisle Poo
I’ve just delivered something smelly and huge. A mighty brown torrential deluge. A monstrosity so vile you wouldn’t believe. Added …
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Rectal Resignation
I think my inspooration is drained. Bowels feel as if they’re sprained. I can’t come up with a single rhyme… …
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Compacted Stool
Here is a story about a stealthy brown attack. The battle took place within my own crack. I foolishly delayed …
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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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Bad Barista Brew
Here’s a terrible story from my butthole to you. About a white choc coffee turned hellish goo. I dunno what …
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Slow Brown Hurl
I’m taking the first dump at work for the new year. This one’s a slow release as it inches out …
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Commode To Joy
Wheres the joy in using public toilets? I find the whole experience to spoil it. You’re in a foreign world …
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Doodoo Debt
I ask you, is there no greater issue… Than being without toilet tissue? When you’ve expelled the chocolate fudge… And …
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Happy Spew Rear
As we wish you a Happy Spew Rear… I release a fresh chocolate spear. It pierces the water with its …
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Scrubbing The Poop Deck
The funnel opens and the log departs. Soon there’ll be a brown blood bath. With a plop the mass descends. …
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Rectal Regret
Here’s something I deeply regret. My underpants are feeling wet. Soggy from the inside. And a stain I cannot hide. …
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The Seas of Doodoo Dread
Everyone’s angry cos I’ve been farting up a storm. Do I need to take a dump or is this just …
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