Pooing is worth dying for, because it’s the most bowel-deepened honorable form of government ever devised by man. – Roid Reagan, Autobography: Sunshine For The Stainless Porcelain

Storming the porcelain, I’m armed to the teeth. Nostrils raised, I detected something beneath. My goal, it’s lackluster shine is stained. I release a forced groan, I am pained. My kaka-canary alerts me of danger. Surging ahead, I approach the dangler. Though weighted heavily, it will not budge. With a deep breath I grasp...

This is a tale from the dark brown depths of my past. It is about a man who did things leaving me feeling aghast. Years ago I had a summer job as a plumber. My partner was this very man, oh it was a bummer! While on the job replacing kitchen sink pipes, He...

Many moons ago Crazy Reg and Super Doodle visited the small village of Pouce Coupe, located in Northern British Columbia, Canada. It was a pooceful town that encouraged much of their inturdrests. Much like the town’s name, CR and SD were able to partake in many of the village activities that have become fair...

… I retrieved the brown locust from it’s cocoon and spread it over my sandwich. I feasted on the sandwich, with dribblings flowing down my chin like chocolate fudge over a pink sundae. ‘Ahhh, it’s POO TIME’ I screamed in the men’s toilets with such force that I popped a shirt button. I heard...