My constipated friends and I decided to get together and have a block potty.
Accounts receivable for colonoscopy services tend to be in a rears.
My son is getting farter and farter behind, so we’re hiring a tooter. It should rectumfy the shituation, whenever the teacher decides to colon him.
Mr. T is getting incontinent in his old age. He was recently heard to boast, “I shitty the pool.“
I was told to watch what I eat, so I swallowed my timepiece. My friends thought I was crazy and recommended I undergo Seiko-anal-lysis. But I wasn’t just going to shit on my hands and wait for time to pass.
You can find the craziest shit when you do a Poogle search.
Puns about toilet training are really scraping the bottom. Don’t ask wipe, we just poopoo them.
Don’t borrow a friend’s pants, even if you have diarrhea. You need to shart your own cords.
Grandma soiled herself for the umpteenth time. She’s up to her usual shit nan agains.
We will do any kind of scatological joke, except if it’s ass poonerism.