Groundbog Day
This morning when I unloaded my guts. I felt good, no longer in a fecal rut. But that feeling of …
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B(e)acon of Hope
Of all the food sources that fuel our disgusting shit. There’s one above all that is the pooiest hit. It’s …
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Saturday Morning War
It’s time for me to take a ride. Blasting nutty chunks from my hide. Thunderous plops and monsoonal waves. One …
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Offensive Stink
Such an offensive stink. Just left my hole of pink. It was in no way a warning. Cos I’d already …
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Retripootion
Someone has been leaving their brown curds. On the walls and floors their smeared turds. A small mountain of monstrosities …
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Sniff Pootron
Like Frankenstein’s Monster, this creation was a mistake. A robotic dictator assassin programmed to poo cakes. Born from good intentions, …
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Sitting on a Goldmine
I feel an eruption deep below. Look down and see a bronze glow. Then the smell hits my face. I …
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Call of The Wizard’s Crack: Part 2
The evil Dung Stealer stood poised at my door. I got ready to unleash nuggets of mystical lore. How dare …
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Call of The Wizard’s Crack: Part 1
In the wee hours the clock strikes number two. And my bowels rumble telling me to conjure a poo. So …
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Stubborn Saturday Glue
Another Saturday morning poo. I’m trying to release brown glue. But the tiled floor is a lil chilly. And the …
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Gorgonzola Gunk Funk
I’m in a bit of a pickle, I’m in a bit of a funk. I’ve eaten so much cheese my …
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The San Churro Chocolate Strangler
On All Hallows’ Eve, the clock struck twelve. Into the toilet bowl, this story does delve. In The San Churro …
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Toalett Sinka
If you drinka the pálinka… Soon in toalett you’ll sinka. Too much foreign grog… Will give you a sloppy bog. …
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Rancid Salami
I grunt out this huge boulder. Such force my cheeks smoulder. Into the bowl the brown rock dives. No water …
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Run Poosepi Run
Busting, I had to poop really bad… I was forced to clench like I never had. Several minutes away was the …
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Late Night Lingers
It’s way past bedtime and I can’t sleep. Trouble in my bowels, a poo does creep. It nags and taunts …
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Gimme a Minute
I’m finally free to plant my cheeks. I held on so long it began to seep. Into my jocks there …
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