Last Bog on Earth
The mass within was a terrible waste. I needed to get it out with all haste. A warning stench foretold …
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The Mystery of The Sewer Trout
There was quite a cool and pleasant breeze… As my butthole began to squeeze. Then I felt quite a commotion. …
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Bestial Bog
I had no inkling of the beast I was to release. Sinister forces emerged when I birthed the grease. The …
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Droppin’ Bombs
Droppin’ bombs fall like droppin’ loads. Fecal from above, grossly it explodes. Incoming hellfire, straight from a gun. I return …
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Set The Scheiße Free
What you and I don’t need. Is we shouldn’t have to plead. With a stubborn rear end. Driving you around …
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The Monday Glory
The stink of my deuce filled the air, I didn’t mind nor did I care. It’s Monday you see, an …
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Painful Brown Birth
I just gave a painful brown birth. It split me apart, with it’s wide girth. When it landed into the …
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Early Warning
I got a warning. Early this morning. That something was wrong. with a foul smell so strong. With a spring …
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The Dangler Danger Troll
While finishing a healthy deposit. I felt a sudden urge to vomit. Something gross had smeared my balls. They’re big, …
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Bombs Away…
I return home after my day at work. Then my butthole began to twerk. It was very violent like a …
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Chocolate Factory
It took a while, but the factory is finally open. The chocolate factory that is, and the gate is broken. …
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Time Warp Toilet
Let’s go for a swirl through time! Just be mindful of the fecal slime. All you need is a few …
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The Fecal Phantom
After a night of indulgence I heaved and I hoed Quickly I ran To the porcelain bowl to deliver from …
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Monday Morning Stink
The Monday morning stink. Will really make you think. What went through these bowels? Maybe several dead cows. Rectum is …
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Laying Easter Eggs
Woo! Easter time is here! It’s our favourite time of year! “Why?” We hear you ask. Cos in chocolate we …
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Post-Lunch Rumbles
I’ve got the post-lunch rumbles. Gradually my willpower crumbles. Holding it in with all my might. But the brown must …
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Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
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