Touching Cloth: Redux
A rumbling ripple, I fear brown stipple. Find loo before ass becomes cripple. My gut just spun, this is far …
A rumbling ripple, I fear brown stipple. Find loo before ass becomes cripple. My gut just spun, this is far …
A rumbling from down below… Signals something’s about to blow! Was it that Mexican enchilada? That made me a master …
Something in that milk tasted funny. Now there’s a rumbling in my tummy. A sudden urgency to locate the latrines. …
Way down south they have a special sauce. It can fill your undies with pooper’s remorse. Not for the tame, …
Bowels are heavy, butthole is tight… But something awful is about to take flight. I imagine inside, all the blobs …
On the cusp of all the guests arriving… A brown unloading, I was not desiring. But lo and behold, I …
A build up of gas brews deep inside. I must quickly vent it from my hide. I take the throne …
I’m surrounded by crapping paper, Christmas is over. My belly is full and I’ve got the world’s worst hangover. Yesterday …
I went too far this time, I flew too close to The Sun. Two double espressos equal a rumbling in …
When you feel the Anoos rumbling below. A great awakening starts to grow. Soon a streaming knowledge will ebb and …