A Stink To End All Stinks
I just created the world’s worst stink. A reeking that made me second think… What have I done? I feel …
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The Meatiest Shit
Leaving me now is last night’s dinner. It was a spectacular feast, a real winner. Cooked to perfection, a meaty …
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Layers of Filth
In the bowl lies a stinky slurry. Made from yesterday’s rancid curry. But before then it was murky meat pie. …
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The Stinky-Wink
This morning’s dump is unlike any other. A foul stench warns me to run for cover. You see, as my …
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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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Pandora’s Butt
You will be amiss. If you take a big sniff. You will feel aghast. Inhaling this blast. And your innards …
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Run Poosepi Run
Busting, I had to poop really bad… I was forced to clench like I never had. Several minutes away was the …
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Battle Cry of Bog
Rally the troops. Gather the poops. It’s time to sit and fight. Make these shits smite. Flood them with brown …
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Shades of Brown
I’m gonna haveta sign up to one of these gyms. I’m not dropping enough solid Slim Jims. I’ve been told …
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Master of Nuggets
Did you hear about that one time… When Papa splattered the bowl with slime? Or the time he produced a …
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Fight Fecal With Fragrance
Drizzling chocolate streams. Disgusting runny creams. A soft serve gone wrong. A stench so meaty and strong. A nightmare, not …
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Speedy Shit
Rocketing to the loo, I gots to go real bad. My face is so red you’d think I was mad. …
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Last Bog on Earth
The mass within was a terrible waste. I needed to get it out with all haste. A warning stench foretold …
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Bestial Bog
I had no inkling of the beast I was to release. Sinister forces emerged when I birthed the grease. The …
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The Monday Glory
The stink of my deuce filled the air, I didn’t mind nor did I care. It’s Monday you see, an …
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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 Battle of Fearless Trev
A war was raging from deep within. What was coming was not going to be thin. I could feel the …
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Greasy Caper
Oh the sheer magnitude, of this bog that is quite rude. I raced to plant my hairy cheeks, what was …
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