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- Despite his grave embarrassment over his hives... by Jimson S. Sorghum on April 15, 2002
- It is only our second full day at sea and Ewan has already ordered me to swab the poop deck at least four times. by Jimson S. Sorghum on July 08, 2002
- Feldspar whizzed over the Manhattan bridge on his vivid sunshine yellow Schwinn. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 18, 2003
- Patricia Ann Fondel was fond of her status as office skank. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 27, 2003
- It was 2050 hours on the Ropes Course at Camp David. by Jimson S. Sorghum on March 28, 2003
- The prom queen let out a big juicy one. by Jimson S. Sorghum on April 02, 2003
- Luke walked in the door to find Kendra straddling the keg, the tap in the firm grasp of her labia. by Jimson S. Sorghum on April 10, 2003
- Tall and tan and young and handsome. by Jimson S. Sorghum on May 16, 2003
- "Bad touch." said Suzy to Uncle Bob. by Jimson S. Sorghum on August 07, 2003
- In the restroom at the doctor's office, all the piss samples were lined up in a delicious Caldor-colored rainbow. by Jimson S. Sorghum on August 07, 2003
- R.H. Phecal, the 2002 winner of the Acme Gold Medallion for most copious and substantial producer of the short-short, squatted over the bowl.
by Jimson S. Sorghum on December 07, 2003
- “Oh—Oh…” the man in his early thirties breathed, releasing his feces into his Dilbert boxer shorts with some relief. by Jimson S. Sorghum on December 08, 2003
- There was something stupid about the whole thing, she thought. by Jimson S. Sorghum on December 20, 2003
- “Pop,” by Jimson S. Sorghum on January 02, 2004
- "Another fricken night-night story," by Jimson S. Sorghum on January 11, 2004
- Long ago, in a far away kingdom, by Jimson S. Sorghum on January 18, 2004
- Victor Vulgar, poet laureate, often got his best ideas while wanking it.
by Jimson S. Sorghum on January 19, 2004
- All the pony club girls hated her. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 02, 2004
- I was having trouble in the sack, so I went to see ol’ Fister. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 09, 2004
- On the Eve of Colostomy by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 15, 2004
- Micky Strunza posted the letter on his door, by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 22, 2004
- Nicky had the men lined up on Jessica’s right cheek. by Jimson S. Sorghum on March 01, 2004
- "Your eyes...they're so perfect..." by Jimson S. Sorghum on March 07, 2004
- Jaunita Saggs was a cunt. by Jimson S. Sorghum on March 29, 2004
- “You think your shit don’t stink.” by Jimson S. Sorghum on June 29, 2004
- “Three is the magic number,” said Danforth. by Jimson S. Sorghum on October 21, 2004
- I had to go home for my parent’s fiftieth wedding anniversary. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 11, 2005
- Carlotta held her great, fluffy tuchus in the air. by Jimson S. Sorghum on February 21, 2005