Ninja Mastery?
There’s someone in the cubical adjacent. This is no time to be complacent. I must dock like a ninja… without …
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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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Make it a Large
I’m so damn proud of what I just produced… An indescribable torpoodo from my caboose. I heard the warning sirens …
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The Greasy Beast
Mexican last night was quite the feast. But now I’m harbouring a monstrous beast. To boot, the gas is far …
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Return To Funky Town
There’s a special place called Funky Town. It has thunderous bass and torrents of brown. The walls are porcelain and …
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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 …
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Saturday Morning War
It’s time for me to take a ride. Blasting nutty chunks from my hide. Thunderous plops and monsoonal waves. One …
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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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