Ready or Not
It’s a cold Monday morning for what it’s worth. And I’m about to deliver a hefty fecal birth. I could feel …
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Skids Skids Skids
Skids galore, I deplore. Don’t leave that shit on the floor. Dirty stain, is a pain. Making a mess you …
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The Brawny Burrito and Spicy Meatball
A rich, full meal of exotic flavours. Got my bowels fuelled with the vapors. Several types of meats and gravies. …
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The Constipation Consolation
Yesterday I was stuck with constipation. All my turds were filled with hesitation. No matter what I did I found …
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How’d You Like Them Crapples?
This nasty tree bears rotten fruit. The kind that makes your butt toot. Be wary of this crappy fruit tree. …
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Crappy Crab Walk Cramps
I didn’t get the chance to poop at all yesterday. So I had a big load waiting in my brown …
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Fast Food Relief
Oh what joy… it’s time to poop! I get to void my bowels of chocolate goop. Last night’s dinner was …
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Witches Brew
My rectum is on fire, what on earth did I eat? My cheeks are receiving a roasting heat. Then I …
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Phantom of The Poopera
Something escaped my ass as I drove. Its fumes where fiery to the nose. This could only mean there was …
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Thin and Whispy
This toilet paper is soft yet thin and whispy. So when I’m wiping it is somewhat risky. The last thing …
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Stink Begone!
Cubicle next to me is now occupied. Some grubby sneakers below I spied. I hear the sound of splashing rocks. …
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Death By Doodie
Coated in brown is your final demise. A horrid departure we all despise. No one wants a poopy death. Our …
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Pizza Slut
My guts tingle at the sensation, this is my que for anal devastation. As it suddenly dawns on me, for …
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Rancid Fruit
Squeezing out a rancid fruit. Into the water it does poot. And with a flush off it scoots. Gone sailed …
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The Dry Wipe
You’ve sat long and hard. But did you expel any lard? Force of habit, you’re unsure. If there was any …
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