Scatastrophe
While going on a walk with the dog… A scent breezed by, a hint of bog. Old Rover had released quite …
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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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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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Packing Heat
Down south, I’m packing heat. Getting ready to fire from my seat. An itchy trigger to fire the sludge. Gotta …
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The Grim Reeker
Laying in wait for the perfect chance… To give you a surprise in your underpants. This ghastly being is known …
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Storms a Brewin’
One eerie night the wind did blow. The wind outside and the wind below. Outside was cold but inside was …
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No Stain, No Gain
White was the porcelain prior to use. It wouldn’t last long cos I needed to deuce. Last nights meal was …
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Recipe For Poosaster
It was a cold and lazy Sunday morning. Stepping out of my room, my butt was yawning. Breakfast was served …
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The Wind and Brass Section
A trumpeting start… To this huge shart. No, it wasn’t in bed… Nor in your head. It was a loud …
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Chemical Warfare
I just popped off a stinky, from my rear pinky. Now to release the source with a brown eye winky. …
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Sloppy Jalopy
I rush to the loo for a sloppy jalopy. Slime seeps out with a resounding ploppy. Smell is bearable if …
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The Phantom of The Opoora
One fateful, frightful gloomy night, I took a shit that became my blight. I heaved and squeezed and dropped my …
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The Brown Hurl
The moment has arrived, it’s finally here. A bog brewing for hours of that I now fear. No wind, no …
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