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Thursday, May 6, 2004GASTROINTESTINAL THEATRE (Part 2) - An Hommage to Chris2303's PooNow 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 part 2 of: GASTROINTESTINAL THEATRE True Tales of Turd... 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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