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Scatastrophic Failure
I’m experiencing unpleasant rectal behaviour. All day long I’ve had scatastrophic failure. Things are exploding out my taint. If they …
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250 P.S.I.
Feeling great pressure I opened the gate of chud. And filled the bowl with rectal mud. It was backed with …
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The Royal Duty
Today has had a lot of pootential. But one thing’s been missing and it’s kind of essential. There’s been no …
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A Lesson Learned
It took two flushes to wash down, my explosive monsoon coloured brown. I knew I was in trouble before I …
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Harebrained
What a hair brained scheme. To think I could poo without being seen. But alas this toilet is made of …
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Raining Bog – A Slayer Pooem
Trapped in poogatory A lifeless bogject, steaming Awaiting wiping Death will be it’s flushination The sky is turning brown Return to poower draws …
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The Phantom of The Opoora
One fateful, frightful gloomy night, I took a shit that became my blight. I heaved and squeezed and dropped my …
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Papa’s Poonut Butter
Papa Poosepi is the name and excreting excrement is the game. Voiding my bowels is what I do. I then …
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The Defiler
Such an enormous deuce does await. I’ve pushed so hard I’ve got shakes. I’m in some pain and a lot …
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Freezing Southern Winds
Well this was easy, today I sat, and as I did, I suddenly shat. It took me by surprise, though …
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A Hard Day’s Bog
That’s what I like… peace and quiet. Now I can start my fecal riot! On the seat I place my …
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Lunch Break
The daily grind can put everyone under stress. Imagine being a rectum, life would be tough at best. Thankfully lunch …
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Brown Crown
Here I sit awaiting the drop, Praying to the almighty god of plop. I utter the sacred words of disgust, “Please …
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Blood Curdling
What I’ve done you won’t believe. It smells so bad I can hardly breathe. Slow and steady and a little …
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The Brown Hurl
The moment has arrived, it’s finally here. A bog brewing for hours of that I now fear. No wind, no …
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