I love the toilet at work. I can always count on it to gulp up my monster dumps in their entirety, unlike my shallow home toilet where the tip of the dookie would peek out the top of the water surface. No sewage smells at work! Well, at least not
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Grrraarrarrreerraehhfeaphegehaasewat*
I forgot about my new sensitivity to lactose-laden foods and garnished my spaghetti with ungodly amounts of goat cheese for lunch today. This was right before a two hour meeting I had with a client. During the meeting, my stomach started to form explosive gas bubbles. They proceeded to pop
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I was in the bathroom washing my hands, and in walks my favorite coworker. She wasted no time and went straight for the stall, dropped her pants, and played me a smörgåsbord of pooty sounds. It went somewhat along with the tune of Old MacDonald Had a Farm. I didn’t
