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Am I the only one who has figured out that this is a god!@#$%^&* hoax?

 

Do you honestly think anyone would go for several days with bloody stool and not make a visit to the doctor?

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Hes gonna die.

 

Let's hope sooner than later.

 

Quit spamming you twerp! If you got nothing better to say, keep your mouth shut.

 

Pul leeze...

 

 

Uh oh... no bowl movement today!!!

 

"Bowl movement". Nice work !@#$%^&*.

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Am I the only one who has figured out that this is a god!@#$%^&* hoax?

 

Do you honestly think anyone would go for several days with bloody stool and not make a visit to the doctor?

from first message. but some of the replies are $ shiftyninja.gif

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He probably have 1 disease that makes his poop fuzzy. One virus that makes it red..ish? And probably some type of bacteria that makes the poop smell nice D=

 

That will interest Dr. House alot.

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In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.
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In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.

 

Rofl!

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In rural southern Illinois a toy company began selling "realistic" baby dolls to expectant mothers. But apparently after the mother had her child the toy baby would start crying. Eventually the "rocking motion" advertised to calm it down wouldn't work, and you couldn't get it to stop without shaking it. Eventually when it started crying the parent would have to beat it, and the beatings and thrashings would have to get harder and harder to get it to be quiet. The only thing that seemed to shut the baby doll up permanently was the bash its head against the wall to destroy whatever mechanism triggered the crying. On more than one occasion though, neighbors called the authorities to report child abuse, and when the police arrived they found the the bloody remains of infants smeared across the walls and the floor. In most cases the mother couldn't understand why the police were there, she just "got rid of the stupid doll" as she rocked a baby-shaped bundle in her arms.

LMAO!!!

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So what's weirder, a middle-aged man making up stories about his fecal content, or a 20s-something guy telling stories about deranged mothers destroying dolls?
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So what's weirder, a middle-aged man making up stories about his fecal content, or a 20s-something guy telling stories about deranged mothers destroying dolls?

 

The middle aged fatty...

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The middle aged fatty...

 

 

dont be mad that you actually beleaved it smile.gif imo you got owned

 

I've been around too long to believe anything Picard says. Just wait till he fakes his death or gives you a story about needing money, say $25,000...

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So what's weirder, a middle-aged man making up stories about his fecal content, or a 20s-something guy telling stories about deranged mothers destroying dolls?

 

I only tell truth... this is no mere story.

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POOPY UPDATE: My stool has returned to normal only after excrementing a rather large, bowl overflowing red substance that stood approximately four feet high. I noticed that it was expanding and contracting and realized that it had begun breathing. What looked like branches were actually arms and legs. It spoke to me, explaining it was from a planet largely compiled of fecal matter and that it had traveled light years, transporting itself into my body (other others on our planet). It was here in Peace. I've since named my Poopy Friend "Bob". Bob has now taken on a job at a nearby amusement park funhouse. Bob pays rent and only smells the place up when it's here at home. I have found Bob to be quite humorous at times and a very fast learner of our way of life.

 

Unfortunately, he likes to sleep in the tub, filled with cold water. What a mess each morning waking Bob up so that we can bathe!

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POOPY UPDATE: My stool has returned to normal only after excrementing a rather large, bowl overflowing red substance that stood approximately four feet high. I noticed that it was expanding and contracting and realized that it had begun breathing. What looked like branches were actually arms and legs. It spoke to me, explaining it was from a planet largely compiled of fecal matter and that it had traveled light years, transporting itself into my body (other others on our planet). It was here in Peace. I've since named my Poopy Friend "Bob". Bob has now taken on a job at a nearby amusement park funhouse. Bob pays rent and only smells the place up when it's here at home. I have found Bob to be quite humorous at times and a very fast learner of our way of life.

 

Unfortunately, he likes to sleep in the tub, filled with cold water. What a mess each morning waking Bob up so that we can bathe!

 

sir... you have made my day!

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