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"Her poo piles were multiplying like rabbits"

the piggy bon was in her bedroom at the end of her day with 10 piles of yesterday's and today's poop sitting on the floor. the general explanation is that the piggy's days were too busy for her to spend any time worth it for cleaning up her bedroom, although by that time the stink of those multiple brown sausage piles laying around was enough to knock out into unconsciousness anybody except for the piggy bon. the piggy forced herself to sludge tip toe through those poop piles and to her bed because she was piggy tired from that long day. and she snuffed at even the thought of wasting energy to bend over every poo pile and scrape them from off of the floor. so the piggy climbed into bed with the full intent to close her eyes and go to sleep. maybe even to dream about exhausting several poos into a fancy pig pen. for the poops both dry and wet always feel so good to the piggy when they slide out, and she gets that stinging sensation out of her butt hole, like tinder quat, a slow ember burning, that really feels in comparison like a full course meal to the taste of the tongue. but isn't it amazing that as soon as the piglet pulled her pajamas a sudden pile of late day poo started forming and pushing out of her butt hole and into her pajamas. terrible. the piggy jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom to save her pajamas but fell into several piles of her floor poop and lost her balance and smashed head first into the desk. the piggy littered several obscene and repulsive words and had to spend the additional time before going to sleep to clean the whole mess up.