Now I'm being haunted by a turd shaped ghost!
RH 78
RH 78
May 19, 2015

The saddest day of my life.
My mud baked excrement died at sea. Bobbing up and down with the style of a cheap hooker, I wiped a tear from my eye as I said goodbye.
A part of me felt choked as white streams of bog role acted as the white sheet of a murder scene.
No police, no forensics.
Strangulation appeared to be the cause resulting in decapitation.
Wouldn't have happened if I didn't use Manipulation to overcome the chronic constipation.
Last time I eat beans on toast.
Now I'm being haunted by a turd shaped ghost!

#loss   #shit   #turd  
Who couldn't pass a turd.
Edna Sweetlove
Edna Sweetlove
Sep 23, 2015

Whilst walking down the street
I heard a thunderous tweet;
'Twas a straining little bird
Who couldn't pass a turd.

The little thing was constipated,
Its anus wide dilated;
Tweeting loudly in mid-bog,
Trying to eject a log.

I observed with sympathetic heart
As it trumpeted out a fart;
Straining, chirping loud and long,
Letting off a foul and noisome pong.

I watched for nigh an hour
Its display of anal power;
Then a final intestinal pump
Produced a huge great steaming lump:

A mighty ball of faeces
(a giant of its species,
and total bumhole splitter
which shattered its feathered shitter).

#explicit   #turd   #farts   #avian  
Love is an unflushed-down turd
Gabriel K
Gabriel K
Sep 14, 2015

Love is an unflushed-down turd
that floats

© Gabriel Kemlo
#love   #turd  
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