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Friday, May 7, 2004GASTROINTESTINAL THEATRE ~ Finale: Release of the Death CloudNow that we’ve entered the renaissance merde here in Blogitburg, launched by our own resident Scatologist Chris2303, the time (and air) seems ripe for my own pant-warming memoirs of fecal familiarity. So, strap on your Depends and join me for the conclusion of: GASTROINTESTINAL THEATRE True Tales of... Sign in to see full entry. |
I'm a victim.
Give me your tired, your pathetic, your huddled offenders yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming blogs.
Send these, the homeless, Shaycom-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the banished door.
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