The Caganer
El Caganer squats in the middle of the field. Pants around ankles, soil ready to yield. The tradition says all …
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Turd Times The Charm
Three poops in a day is a bit too much. And it hasn’t helped to soften the touch. My hole …
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The Brown Age Mystery
Do you know poops are prehistoric? And no, that question is not rhetoric. Thought to exist in the ancient Brown …
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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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Defenders of The Doo
You think you’re safe, but little do you know. You’ve got an evil rectum just about to blow! The fearless …
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Trent The Crazy Fisherman
I know a weird guy named Trent. His shit comes out all bent. Although he tries to straighten it out. …
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Sniff Pootron
Like Frankenstein’s Monster, this creation was a mistake. A robotic dictator assassin programmed to poo cakes. Born from good intentions, …
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Battle Cry of Bog
Rally the troops. Gather the poops. It’s time to sit and fight. Make these shits smite. Flood them with brown …
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Where’s The Spew?
This coffee has put me in quite a stew. Now I need to unleash a rectal spew. Or maybe it …
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I Sit, I Fart…
I sit, I fart, I begin to shart. I twerk, I hurt, my ass it burps. It’s loose, it sleuths, …
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