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