The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
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Accidental Sleaze
I didn’t plan to fart as I blew out a sneeze. And sadly along with it came the rear sleaze. …
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Three Flushes
A violent inner spasm… Came from my rear chasm. Followed by a tummy rumble. Bellowing an angry grumble. Dinner was …
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Better Not Slip
Last night’s burger was delicious and nice. But this morning my rectum is paying the price. My gut felt normal, …
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Ghastly Goop
The bowl is a void where no life exists. All that will inhabit, a swirly brown mist. So, behold the …
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Brown Gristle
That which was once nice and shiny… Is now stained, soiled and grimy. Yesterday I had the runs rather bad. …
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Rectal Resignation
I think my inspooration is drained. Bowels feel as if they’re sprained. I can’t come up with a single rhyme… …
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Slow Brown Hurl
I’m taking the first dump at work for the new year. This one’s a slow release as it inches out …
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Take The Plunge
This damn stubborn poop won’t take the dive. Of the brown the porcelain is deprived. An unloading, my bowel is …
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Chocolate Whip
Porcelain filled to the brim. All deposits into the swim. Actually, more like a drown. In the bowl nothing but …
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Count Dumpula Strikes!
So once again it’s that time of year… The Count searches for the poofect rear. Halloween is upon us, meaning …
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Big Mistake
This golden brown strumpet… I just blasted with a trumpet. Glistening in a rusty dark hue… From my rear it …
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Letting Slip
Have you ever thought that the coast was clear… So you decide to drop flatus from your rear? Then you …
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Winds of Northern Shartness
Once again it’s that time of the year… When I feel a chill against my rear. The porcelain is unforgiving …
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The Evil Trio – Salsa, Milk, Beer
Playing a stinking tune with my rear. Not quite beautiful music to my ears. Spicy hot steamer bringing on tears. …
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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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