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Mississippi Steamboat
What you are about to read is a true story. Forever remembered in all its poo glory. It’s a tale …
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The Insides
Something’s wrong on the insides. After last night’s session, I cried. I pooped till I was red and raw. My …
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A Frightening Discovery
Casually I lifted the lid and what did I find? Something that scared my naive behind. It was a colossal …
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Clear The Air
I am the champion of a long fragrant ooze… How many layers of wipe must I choose? At first, I …
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The Loose Bowels
The loose bowels did bleat an unsettling howl… Followed by a spluttering from its wet jowls. I peeked at the …
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A Short One About A Long One
How long can this turd be? It felt like two or three. I am excited to get up and see. …
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The Shattering Girth
A girthy log just left my ass. It shattered the porcelain like it was glass. I had to push because …
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Cerveza y Frijoles no Bueno
There I was bent over cheeks a quiver. Trying to squeeze the gunk from my liver. Right when I thought …
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Unholy Shiz
Oh, dear Lord in Heaven, what did I just birth? If stink had a value, highly this would be worth! …
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The Aft-Turd-Math
This shit was almost too late a decision. Not much intestinal precision. Excrement against porcelain in high-speed collision. Six wipes …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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Crack of Dawn
At the crack of dawn, an epic dumping. Displacing the water with a solid thumping. Strangely there is hardly a …
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Non-Human Poop
I just located the stinky source… Of a poop with no remorse. It was in the little kitties litter. And …
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Poopy-Prank
This rancid poop I’ve created… Was born of nothing but hatred. I have a reason for this nasty spawning. For …
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Toxic Shock
If there’s too much disinfectant in the waters. A splashback can cause stings and slaughters. Your delicate nethers are like …
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Breakfast of Bog
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
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