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 …
Pure Pooetry
A Searing Hot Wound
I can’t handle chilli like I once could. Paprika leaves my nethers feeling not so good. If a meal is …
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The Caganer
El Caganer squats in the middle of the field. Pants around ankles, soil ready to yield. The tradition says all …
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Runaway Boulder
It’s best to never tempt your fate. Especially regarding your stinky date. But I’ve just birthed a runaway boulder! It …
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Sacrificial Shizzle
I just excreted a steamy brown broth… It hissed and bubbled in a furious froth. I didn’t mean to deliver …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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Bestial Bog Redux: The Poossession
My butt has been poosessed by a foul beast. It’s back there, lurking in my rear crease. It has been stinking …
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Farter’s Day
Today is Farter’s Day down under. All Dads release the brown thunder! Celebrate with a trumpeting toot. Inside there brews …
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Crazy Craps
I have a friend who I suspect is insane. He loves to fill his pants with brown rain. Even when …
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New Flavour
I sense a certain feeling, a sense of foreboding. Somewhere in my gut, something needs unloading. There’s a steamy stink …
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Hot as Hell / Satan’s Dinner
It’s so steamy and hot. Like my oiled cracker slot. Out comes a prize winner. It’s Satan’s fecal dinner. My …
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