Christening The Crapper
You may not believe this story that I tell… Because you did not witness the horrific smell. But trust me …
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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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Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
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