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heh you weren't kidding. i can't help wondering why it all started. did he run out of ramen noodles? you'd think he'd at least try the dog first. hey that ending is really shitty. heh in a good way. anal birth. enough just cannot be said about the subject. carry on loon. carrion.

i'd rather give life a papercut on its nipple and THEN squirt lemon juice on it. then i'd squirt a jalapeno in it's eye. fun, but not really biting enough. try biting something while you write.

hilarious stuff this. i love it. the funny thing is that it actually IS appropriate for kids. if captain underpants is published, then this should be a poo-in. near the end when you went off on two words, i'm sorry, it seemed like another sort of story, like it was too sappy for the tone of this. i think you should call the parents ma tooter and pa tooter and give the mayor a name, like mayor so-and-so. i can't believe all the poop stories there are around here! tying in the snowballs with th...

i thought from the title it might be about flatulence. oh well. then when i saw butts i got my hopes up again. well it turned out to be a decent poem anyway. i don't get rinsing clobber though. what's that supposed to mean?

that first paragraph is boring and a little confusing. and you don't need it. the rest of this was beautiful. i almost cried, having been through something similar myself, course i didn't die, just lost a lot of blood, causing a very specific brain damage that makes me like disgusting poop stories. thankfully there are many of these around. was the bleating a result of the sheep tick? i don't know if it was a mistake but it cracked me up. the best part was shuffling on her bottom. hellafunny.