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Dear flatulance (dear lord)

Member since 2002 · Posted 7 Apr 2003 · Edited 25 Apr 2003 · 4 comments

My colon ablaze Rectum desperatly clenching Must let one rip Let one quietly go Relief-but sadly too late I've crapped myself Dispose of my shorts But where can they go? Ah!-clothes for the homeless

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4 comments

[1] asimpleman 7-Apr-03/4:28 PM Reply

Bob all these losers over here should give Bob a standing ovation.......i mean eveytime i think this is his worst stuff......Bob surprises us.....well done Bob

[0] Ranger 14-Apr-03/8:51 AM Reply

I would have given this a ten but...oh, no I wouldn't.

[n/a] INTRANSIT 25-Apr-03/7:05 AM Reply

might I ask why you feel the need to harass this site?

[10] raven_the_poet 14-Feb-06/10:29 AM Reply

omg. freaking hilarious. XD