Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
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Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
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Sloppy Jalopy
I rush to the loo for a sloppy jalopy. Slime seeps out with a resounding ploppy. Smell is bearable if …
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Moby Thick
My legs grow numb as I pen this tale. For I’m on the John as I excrete this whale. It’s …
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From The Shitey Deep
It brewed inside like a colossal storm. It began last night and it now it is morn. The seas of …
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The Scent of Obscurity
My day started just like any other. In the loo to birth a brown brother. Afterwards, something was not right. …
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Extinguishing The Flame
Oh the pain of this fiery, brewing turd! Too much spice and caffeine is quite absurd. The cramping of my …
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The Rage Borry
This day sucks I wish I could turn the page. But instead, I’ll take a borry of rage. It’s the …
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Smouldering
Sometimes just for laughs, I perform massive rectal blasts! I muster all the energy I can force, Destroying the bowl …
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250 P.S.I.
Feeling great pressure I opened the gate of chud. And filled the bowl with rectal mud. It was backed with …
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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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