Channeling The Shitstorm
The stars have aligned, my bowels are primed. Centuries have waited for this brown grime. Within me brews an epic …
A Whale of a Time
The skies above are raining cats and dogs. But in my porcelain, it’s a storm of bogs. A wet one …
The Calm Before The Storm
This is the calm before the storm. Prior to the unsavoury being born. Everything is peaceful and quiet. One could …
The Seas of Doodoo Dread
Everyone’s angry cos I’ve been farting up a storm. Do I need to take a dump or is this just …
Storms a Brewin’
One eerie night the wind did blow. The wind outside and the wind below. Outside was cold but inside was …
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 …
From The Shitey Deep
It brewed inside like a colossal storm. It began last night and it now it is morn. The seas of …
The Raging Storm
My eye of brown began to weep, as a toxic gas began to seep. Something has made my coight quite …
