Cake. Gas. Death.
Baking cakes on the porcelain throne. I release a cream filled groan. The first slice hits. Stench is the pits. …
Pure Pooetry
Papa Poosepi and The Morning Glory
You’re in for a treat coz it’s time for a story. About Papa Poosepi and his morning glory. The day …
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Wiped Too Soon
Much like any other shit, this is how it started. I asked out loud, “…was that me who farted?” The …
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The Poolantic Ocean
Here I sit upon the throne… Soon to the ocean, my bowels will be known. Before long a mighty eruption. …
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A Poo Lost in Time
Feels like aeons since I shat. My bowel has grown quite fat. I take the porcelain throne. Release the ancient …
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An Easy Movement
The gas blew as I made my way, fingers crossed I wasn’t getting a spray. I made safety and sat …
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Morning Gory
It was that time for morning glory. With how my stomach felt I knew it would be gory. My stomach …
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Conceded Defeat
There was a thunderous explosion from my rear. Indicating to me that a deuce was near. So I made my …
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I Sit, I Fart…
I sit, I fart, I begin to shart. I twerk, I hurt, my ass it burps. It’s loose, it sleuths, …
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250 P.S.I.
Feeling great pressure I opened the gate of chud. And filled the bowl with rectal mud. It was backed with …
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The Royal Duty
Today has had a lot of pootential. But one thing’s been missing and it’s kind of essential. There’s been no …
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The Defiler
Such an enormous deuce does await. I’ve pushed so hard I’ve got shakes. I’m in some pain and a lot …
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