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Bathroom Poetry: Dec 29, 2006
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A blog inspired by shit house poets. Friday, December 29, 2006. Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to shit and stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the bull shit on the walls. Links to this post. As I pissed and missed I read about the guy who beat his meat on a cold and windy day. I wondered what would inspire this gent to whack. His willy to his content and then write about it. He said and I quote "I whack. Was it Santa Claus? Links to this post. Links to this post. All mat...
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Bathroom Poetry: A Holiday Message
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A blog inspired by shit house poets. Friday, December 29, 2006. As I pissed and missed I read about the guy who beat his meat on a cold and windy day. I wondered what would inspire this gent to whack. His willy to his content and then write about it. He said and I quote "I whack. Away just to say Merry Christmas everyone and to all a Happy New Year". Who was this willy whacker. Was it Santa Claus? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Shit House Poetry for bloggers on the run. Some of my favorite Links.
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Bathroom Poetry: A simple truth
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A blog inspired by shit house poets. Friday, December 29, 2006. Some come here to sit and think, Some come here to shit and stink, But I come here to scratch my balls, And read the bull shit on the walls. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Shit House Poetry for bloggers on the run. Add your favorite shit house poem or poem's (original or someone else's) and share your elevated thoughts with the rest of us shit house poets. Here I sit, a quarter too,Draining out a stinky po. Some of my favorite Links.
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Bathroom Poetry
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A blog inspired by shit house poets. Friday, December 29, 2006. Here I sit, a quarter too,Draining out a stinky poo,Beat my meat when I was done,Don’t look now, you’re sitting in cum. To the dismay of all concerned,The shit house. Poet has returned,Here I sit upon this seat,My favorite place to beat my meat,If I cum all over the place,Imagine the look on the janitor’s face,Writing on the wall may just be mean,But I’m not the one who cleans this latrine. I leave this building,Underwear omitted.
