The Number of The Bog
Menacing fart clouds predict an ominous storm. An ancient evil prophecy is about to be born. Now I’m dropping a …
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An Awful Hatching
You’d better start the fan and light a match. Cos something awful from my rear did hatch. Hanging in the …
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Kind of Corny
Why is it so difficult for corn to digest? When it comes to pooping it’s not like the rest. Sometimes …
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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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