208 downstairs

When I eat red meat,
My shits are both smellier
And more depressing.

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207 kids’ bathroom

Deuce numero dos.
Maybe I can do 3 in
3 different bathrooms.

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206 downstairs

I'd say that dump was
Unremarkable, but my
Toilet bowl was marked.

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205 downstairs

Chicken parm dinner
Just chicken harmed my asshole.
(I know that's not good.)

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204 downstairs

Came home and quickdumped.
Yesterday's was a longdump.
Well, midtolongdump.

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203 home

When I say "yucky,"
I hope that you'll believe me
Without more detail.


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202 downstairs

Big double flusher.
I almost feel like I should
Lay out caution tape.


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201 downstairs

Farted all day long,
And then, right before bedtime,
Things solidified.

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200 kids’ bathroom

(Friday)

I somehow forgot
To write this haiku. Maybe
It's the nose trauma.

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199 kids’ bathroom

Red pepper hummus.
Not sure I need to say more.
Red. Pepper. Hummus.

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198 kids’ bathroom

Saw Green Day last night.
Now I'm having a Brown Day.
With a touch of red.

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197 kids’ bathroom

Just had an earthquake.
I think I was going to shit
Regardlessly though.

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196 San Diego hotel

This one's pretty dark,
Which makes sense, since last night I
Had blackened swordfish.

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195 San Diego hotel

Life's great mystery:
How does a short rib dinner
Become a long shit?

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194 downstairs

I made a mistake
And had fast food yesterday.
I'm being punished.

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193 downstairs

My wife has a cold.
Could that be the reason why
My butt is sneezing?

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192 kids’ bathroom

They call me "Mister
Shits so much that he's concerned
Something might be wrong."

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191 kids’ bathroom

Pretty standard shit.
Nothing to write home about.
But a haiku? Sure.

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190 home

I almost stood up,
But something told me to stay.
Hint: it was more shit.


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189 downstairs

The three day weekend
Didn't produce any shits.
Unless you count this.

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