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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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Tootpaste: Redux
My body is a giant tube of tootpaste. Before you ask, no I’m not shitfaced. But I am filled with …
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The Royal Flush
King Shit rules from his porcelain throne. And I the lowly servant wipe his tailbone. Cleaning the royal dunnies are …
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Angry Rear Crater
Last night’s meal was a meaty feast. Foolishly I had fueled an inner beast. By morning my southern regions were …
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Porcelain Ruined
This once sparkling porcelain is in ruin. Because my butt did a sickly spewin’. I tried hard to hold it …
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A Grain of Sand
There’s a tiny grain of sand. Down in my southern gland. For when I lift up my frock. And drop …
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Chemical Warfare
I just popped off a stinky, from my rear pinky. Now to release the source with a brown eye winky. …
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