Ready, Aim, Fire!
BLAM! My butt fired like a shotgun blast. Such was the power, I felt aghast. DING! The nuggets ricocheted around …
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Rectal To The Rescue: Part 2
I continue on my journey to find the damsel in distress. It’s not long until I feel my bowels are …
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Down in The Dumps
My friend I heard you were down in the dumps. I heard your poop was runny with lumps. So here …
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Quirky Feeling
Lately I’ve felt the need for adult diapers. I feel like my job is a full-time butt wiper. Something’s not …
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Cold Winter Morn
I was minding my business one cold winter morn. When all of a sudden my butt gave a terrible yawn. …
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Smells So Familiar
Here I stand, taking a big ol’ whiz. Then the smell hits me, there it is. This wee stinks of …
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Poopsicles
In the air a frosty fecal chill. And the smell of a brown spill. Poopsicles hang from the ceiling. I …
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Farter’s Day
Today is Farter’s Day down under. All Dads release the brown thunder! Celebrate with a trumpeting toot. Inside there brews …
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A Spilt Cup
There is a horrible funk emanating from my porcelain throne. Something has upset my stomach with a sickening groan. The …
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Mark of The Pooet
When a stinky poop makes life look bleak. Take a deep breath and turn the other cheek. But if each …
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Soggy Bog Smog
A thick brown cloud hangs in the air. Through its mass, I can’t even stare. I try to disperse and …
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Poolution Solution
On the throne I sat to take a dump… Which blasted out in a magnificent clump. The porcelain cracked and …
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Horrific and Hefty
A horrific brewing of enormous scale… The sickness inside had left me pale. The time of departure had arrived. Like …
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Shitful Frown
I wear a sorry, shitful frown. For these bowels went to town… On my clean whitey-tighties. No longer feel nice …
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Mornings Done Right
Ah yes, the morning poo. It’s one of my favourite things to do. All the build up from the night …
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Arts and Crafts
Like the timeless masters, I suffer for my art. And there it is, the sound of a painful fart. It …
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Brown Splatters
Brown splatters, a sickly batter. Why does this brown mess matter? Eruption sudden, a rush and floodin’. I rapidly press …
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