A parking lot and bushes never looked so good.

A concert of the human bowels? More like a cacophony.

Gramma ain't changing her ways, regardless.

It makes no sense to sit outside a store with a bathroom in it when you have to take a crap.

The cigarette, that is.

There was nothing holy about the smell.

He liked to fill the bowl for others, once upon a time.

Waste bucket, that is.

It wasn't the sort of thing that one could hide.

Some extra Monday material to start the week!

Part Two of a cross-country poop coincidence.

doniker's experience at Wal Mart leads a two-parter.

A short story about reverse order.

It should be taught in high school.

Deja gets busted busting ass.

Wheel carefully.

The way PoopReport began: short, sweet, and true.

"Do you smell that?" I asked.

It's not always funny.

George talks some shit.

A teenage girl's worst nightmare

A small lesson on cats and human butt gas

Everyone should have such cool parents.

Almost.

Happy Memorial Day, Poopreporters.

Her nose wasn't lying.

In true lawyer fashion; he's all hot air.

How will Mel end up? Your choice!

And the loudest. And the brownest.

Her from the bottom end, and him from the top.