Extruding The Noodle
In the land of the blind, one-eyed man is king. But in the bowl, only the brown eye will sing. So …
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Take A Bow
The spitting and the splatting… Came the spluttery shatting. The claggy and the gooey. My rear feels a bit spewy. …
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Torrents of Brown
It’s 100 degrees, I shit you not. My poop gushes out like runny snot. Everything is all melty and gross. …
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Brown Happenstance
Something in that milk tasted funny. Now there’s a rumbling in my tummy. A sudden urgency to locate the latrines. …
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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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Fowler Brand
There’s a brand of porcelain named Fowler. Made specifically to contain the goo of sour. But when it gets clogged …
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Brown Splatters
Brown splatters, a sickly batter. Why does this brown mess matter? Eruption sudden, a rush and floodin’. I rapidly press …
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Anoos The Wise
When you feel the Anoos rumbling below. A great awakening starts to grow. Soon a streaming knowledge will ebb and …
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My Shamepoo
This fecal mistake is such a shame. And I have no one but myself to blame. Must have slept too little the …
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