Touching Cloth: Redux
A rumbling ripple, I fear brown stipple. Find loo before ass becomes cripple. My gut just spun, this is far …
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All Sick Senses: Redux
Around midnight I was awoken by a terrible sound. A grunting as someone laid a monstrous mound. At first I …
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Father’s Day: Redux
It’s Farter’s Day for our North American friends! What are the chances they’ve blocked their s-bends? Maybe they’ve plugged them …
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Bestial Bog Redux: The Poossession
My butt has been poosessed by a foul beast. It’s back there, lurking in my rear crease. It has been stinking …
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Christening Redux
So Papa Poosepi had a New Job Christening. I betcha he didn’t leave the toilet glistening. Knowing him, I imagine …
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The Runs Redux
Striking again at the most inconvenient time… The gut-wrenching feeling of impending slime. A fart is the sound of alarm …
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