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Bowels are loaded, bowels are primed. It’s time to unleash an ounce of slime! It comes out thick, it comes …
Bowels are loaded, bowels are primed. It’s time to unleash an ounce of slime! It comes out thick, it comes …
Something in my gut did not feel good. Clearly I’ve eaten the wrong kind of food. Time was of the …
Desperately I fled from my angry pursuers. Yet what I needed were the sewers. Somewhere, anywhere to unleash what lay …
Slowly I staggered away from the table… The weight in my gut made my legs unstable. I’d downed too much …
This coffee has put me in quite a stew. Now I need to unleash a rectal spew. Or maybe it …