Feigned Relief
I grimaced then peaked and felt such relief. Cos prior I’d done what ladies call a queef. I’d feared my undies …
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The Facilities
Every day I’ve a new ache and pain… And every other, a new brown stain. It’s not what I expected …
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A Sloppy Cough
Regrettably, I just let out a big cough. Followed by a squirt into the trough. But it’s not COVID, I promise …
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Poopare For War
In times of peace, you must poopare for war. So that is why I’m shittin’ on the floor! I’m not …
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Heavy Shattin’
It seems like an age since we’ve written. But I can assure you we’re still shittin’. In fact, a wafting …
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The Double Handed Wipe
This is a tale to lament the porcelain gleam. Now met its end by lumps of brown and green. Once …
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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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Fecal Failure
Here is a terrible tale of a sickening brown fail… When I was pranked by a caca-cocktail. I had just …
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Best Be Poopared
A snorter might rip, from a weak sphincter grip. And if you stain your pant, don’t throw a tant. It’s …
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The Bog of a Million Riches
The Bog of a Million Riches… Has soiled countless britches. Due to lavish and extravagant lifestyle… And consumption of food …
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Brown Gristle
That which was once nice and shiny… Is now stained, soiled and grimy. Yesterday I had the runs rather bad. …
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Stain on Me?
Oh good grief! I see a stain… It’s on my jocks, not the porce-lain. I don’t know how this could …
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Down South
Way down south they have a special sauce. It can fill your undies with pooper’s remorse. Not for the tame, …
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Shitful Frown
I wear a sorry, shitful frown. For these bowels went to town… On my clean whitey-tighties. No longer feel nice …
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Pooggenheim
There’s a fancy museum, and it’s well known. Mr. Whippy shaped and a brown colour tone. Located in the wonderful …
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Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
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The Fecal Serpent
A long brown jelly snake, left my anus and made the bowl shake. This fearsome creature only seldom seen, from …
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