Something’s Not Right
Something below doesn’t feel right. Something nearby smells of shite. The feeling is off and somewhat unsavoury. Is my crease …
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Breakfast of Bog
What’s for breakfast? Is it crappy crepes? Like Count Dumpula’s tumbling brown apes? Or is it boring toast slathered in …
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Today’s The Day
Today’s the day, I feel something great will happen. In taking the throne my cheeks do a slappin’. Into the …
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