A bagger's nightmare.

He brought forth an entity. A putrid, brown entity. Into his pants.

Literally.

An animal handler's worst pooping nightmare comes to life.

A Poopreport poodunit

Chunky never seemed so omnimous.

The cruelest reward for a jobber well done.

Dan commits a major restroom poo-litics violation.

Leftovers are a risky business.

"The entire orchestra of his ass blared away in a prolonged cacophony of sound..."

Two for the price of one this week - what a bargain!

Another famous person outed as a turd terrorist?

No frills. No fuss. His cement and porcelain Utopia.

Dealing with pills, yes. Dealing with poo poppers, not so much.

Taking on the bathroom tormentor.

The butt stops here. Which is the problem.

An incontinent pushes a man to his limit.

A second-hand story about second-hand poop.

But sometimes, that's not so easy.

Neither of which belong to the author.

This is true bravery in action.

I think this is considered brownmail.

Fart terrorism can be hazardous to your dry cleaning bill.

His butt, however, cries something else...

Gasputin is a god; and He exercises His awful vengeance.

The first floor, the last priority.

The process for clearing out the workplace that will never make it to instructional video.

Superfudge dispenses a yellow sauce of his own.

A memo you don't want to receive.

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