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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