The Magic Poorridge Pot
My loo is shattered and gross. It’s certainly nothing I would boast. Yet busting to go I had little choice. …
My loo is shattered and gross. It’s certainly nothing I would boast. Yet busting to go I had little choice. …
My porcelain throne is empty like the streets. Until now my ass had issued a retreat! This shiny bowl, oh …
The spitting and the splatting… Came the spluttery shatting. The claggy and the gooey. My rear feels a bit spewy. …
I went too far this time, I flew too close to The Sun. Two double espressos equal a rumbling in …
Let’s go for a swirl through time! Just be mindful of the fecal slime. All you need is a few …
It brewed inside like a colossal storm. It began last night and it now it is morn. The seas of …
Today has had a lot of pootential. But one thing’s been missing and it’s kind of essential. There’s been no …