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Poobum.jpeg video

One day I came home from work and hopped onto my epic computer. It could run Counter Strike Global Offensive at a whopping 45 FPS. Impressed? Yeah, you should be you bloody twat.
Anyway, I was about to hop on and play some games. I'm a Silver 4, which is pretty good for someone like me with about 150 hours. Anyway, just as I was about to start the game, I saw a file on my desktop. It was curious. It was named "Poobum.jpeg". I thought it was bloody crude, but whatever.
I right-clicked the file and clicked properties. Apparently it was created 7 seconds ago. Great. Out of curiosity, I opened it. It was a picture of feces in a toilet. Now normally I'd be turned on as I have a massive scat fetish. However, I was immediately disgusted. Then, all of a sudden my computer crashed. I thought that was odd. I tried to restart it but it just kept crashing. I decided something was wrong with my computer.
I got an anti-static wrist strap and a screwdriver and delved right into my CPU. I unscrewed the screws and opened the case. 
Holy shit, no wonder my computer wasn't working! The entire CPU was filled with fecal matter! The smell was overwhelming, and I felt like throwing up. I was about to clean the feces out of my CPU, but then the fecal sea rose. Feces was being dispensed from my CPU fast. And faster... And faster. Well, I had a mess to clean up.
So I was about to clean it up but the feces just kept on coming from my CPU. Then eventually my entire room was covered in feces. I drowned in the feces and died.
Don't open poobum.jpeg. It stinks. Literally.
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Pooh Bear Man

If you're walking in the woods at night - be it the 100-acre wood or any other - you are almost bound to come across a certain man. He is wearing roughly the same outfit as Christopher Robin from "Winnie The Pooh". He wears the same brown slacks and yellow vest over a white dress shirt. His slacks are caked with dirt and blood, and his vest is lightly splattered with the same. Over his head lays a honey pot which mimics the one in the show, so none can see his face. In this pot is etched a dark, burnt smile. He brandishes an iron poker, so you must follow these instructions very closely if you value your life.
Do not attempt to run away, or he will kill you on the spot. His speed will almost certainly supersede yours, so any efforts of escape will be quickly rendered futile. He will approach you asking this question in a weak voice:
"Do you remember the night Pooh Bear died?"
To this day, no one has deciphered the meaning of this cryptic yet senseless phrase. Upon numerous attempts and searches, no one has ever found any Winnie The Pooh cartoon or story book referencing the lovable bear's death. The above paragraph is just background information for anyone interested. Here we continue the instructions.
If you answer his question with a no, he will eviscerate you on the spot with his poker. If you reply yes, he will produce a honey pot (similar in appearance to his) filled with lava and force it on your head. There is only one answer which will save your life.
As a response, you must say "It was sad." Any less or anymore will result in your death. Upon this answer he will give you a closed honey pot. Again, this will look like the one atop his head. Open it and do the following.
It will be full of human organs of various types. Hearts, livers and the like. You must consume one heart and bite off one end of an intestine. If you gag, he will kill you. If you choose anything else or have any less, he will kill you. After you consume the heart and bite of intestine, he will say this:
"Run along."
And you must do just that.
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Poop Knife Copypasta

My family poops big. Maybe it's genetic, maybe it's our diet, but everyone births giant logs of crap. If anyone has laid a mega-poop, you know that sometimes it won't flush. It lays across the hole in the bottom of the bowl and the vortex of draining water merely gives it a spin as it mocks you.
Growing up, this was a common enough occurrence that our family had a poop knife. It was an old rusty kitchen knife that hung on a nail in the laundry room, only to be used for that purpose. It was normal to walk through the hallway and have someone call out "hey, can you get me the poop knife"?
I thought it was standard kit. You have your plunger, your toilet brush, and your poop knife.
Fast forward to 22. It's been a day or two between poops and I'm over at my friend's house. My friend was the local dealer and always had 'guests' over, because you can't buy weed without sitting on your ass and sampling it for an hour. I excuse myself and lay a gigantic turd. I look down and see that it's a sideways one, so I crack the door and call out for my friend. He arrives and I ask him for his poop knife.
"My what?"
Your poop knife, I say. I need to use it. Please.
"Wtf is a poop knife?"
Obviously he has one, but maybe he calls it by a more delicate name. A fecal cleaver? A Dung divider? A guano glaive? I explain what it is I want and why I want it.
He starts giggling. Then laughing. Then lots of people start laughing. It turns out, the music stopped and everyone heard my pleas through the door. It also turns out that none of them had poop knives, it was just my fucked up family with their fucked up bowels. FML.
I told this to my wife last night, who was amused and horrified at the same time. It turns out that she did not know what a poop knife was and had been using the old rusty knife hanging in the utility closet as a basic utility knife. Thankfully she didn't cook with it, but used it to open Amazon boxes.
She will be getting her own utility knife now.
[Edit: Common question - Why was this not in the bathroom instead of the laundry room? Answer. We only had one poop knife, and the laundry room was central to all three bathrooms. I have no idea why we didn't have three poop knives. All I know is that we didn't. We had the one. Possibly because my father was notoriously cheap about the weirdest things. So yes, we shared our poop knife.]
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Poop Poet

When I worked at a major Australian magazine publisher, there was someone on our floor of the building who would produce a chocolate monster every afternoon, without fail.
There was no fanfare. No anouncement – just one ordinary day, one of my co-workers emerged ashen-faced from the bathroom, pointing back over his shoulder with one shaking finger as his mouth worked to make words, but no audible sound could come out.
It was the talk of the office for the rest of the day, and at knock-off time it was still there - but in the morning, it was gone. Not a trace of it to be seen.
Until mid-afternoon that following day, there was another.
I'm sure whoever made those wretched beastly turds had tried to flush them down, but they wouldn't budge - at close to a foot long and thicker through the middle than a decent French baguette, they'd lurk in the bowl like an ambivalent mud-brown saltwater croc, occasionally releasing a small burst of bubbles that would cause them to tremble, before settling back into place to glisten sleekly with intensified malice.
The cleaners started to refuse to deal with them, leaving notes on the toilet door that started off polite, turned nasty which eventually became outright pleas for whoever was doing it to stop.
But they didn't. In the morning, the bogs would be pristine, but by mid afternoon the rumours would begin to swirl that the Brown Bomber had struck again.
Eventually, the day came that the owner of the world's most ruined anus had failed to deliver – and so began the Great Witch Hunt.
Attendance logs were pored over – who wasn't in that day, who was off sick? Or was this just a mind game by a man so clearly colonically corrupted that he would stoop to stools of subterfuge just to throw us all off his remarkably pungent scent.
The next day, again nothing. And those days turned to weeks, and eventually office talk turned to more pleasant things once more, and the identity of the man who could deposit a Giant Redwood from his rectum has remained a mystery for close to 20 years.
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Pooppoo butt fart man

In 1963 there was a group of photos placed into Robert Marksman's custody.
In all of these photos there was a man in the background, he was about 7 feet tall with a butthole for his face.
In the 7th photo he is seen having diarrhea on top of a man through his butthole on his face
Anyone who comes in contact with the photos through vision will begin to vomit up poopoo and fart after 2 hours.
Eventually their face will become a butthole and they will time travel back to the 1960s and die upon reaching the year 1970.
Non-educational.
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Pooptale

Flowey was about to poop but he does not have a butt so he poops from his mouth but he accidently pooped on temmie and temmie ate the poop and pooped and barfed 99999999999+ times on Sans and It began a worldwide poop-O-rama aphys pooped on papyrus undyes pooped on frisk some lady pooped in her perse than the goat family came and ate flowey but flowey pooped and the goat barfedout the poop and flowey and flowey died but the goat family died to and everyone died to but they were still alive austin came and he had to poop but he did not wanna get pooped on or poop on annyone so he went to the bathroom but a man was pooping in a bathroom and a lady was pooping in the sink so austin pooped 9999999999999999+ times on Chara charac was mad and she pooped 999999999999999999+ more times on austin so austibn killed chara and chara farted and undyes farted on austin and austin died DA ENDWhat did I just create?
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Poopy McFartybutt

I will tell you the story of Poopy McFartybutt
Poopy's original name was Joey McJoeyjoe
Butt then he had to go to the bathroom
He sat down and began to poop
He thought it wouldn't take long
Butt it kept coming
And coming
And coming some more
He spent the entire night pooping
With farts mixed in
The next morning he was still pooping
He had to go to work
With a long trail of poop behind him, he drove to work
People looked at him
Calling him nicknames
One man called him "Poopy McFartybutt"
He liked it and it stuck
And that's how he got his name "Poopy McFartybutt"
The scary part?
He lost his dick in the process
And he uses his poop to do people
Even me
End
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Poot

One day in 2007 two friends played together. They were playing a war game when suddenly every player stood still. The two players were confused, everybody in the server was afk. This wasn't normal. Their weapons did not work either, which was kind of strange. Suddenly, two players started leaving at once. This went on until the two players were left. The game then shut down, with the error ID: poot. They then reported it on the forums. Nobody believed them, since at the time they thought it was a joke. They were wrong. More players started getting the error ID 'poot'. Sometimes when they searched up "poot" in "people", all they found was giant code messages, sometimes saying "POOT IS COMING FOR YOU." wirtten among the lines.
They turned off their computers. A few days later, they went on ROBLOX, their accounts were deleted. It said "POOT HAS TERMINATED YOU. POOT WILL TERMINATE EVERYONE ELSE. NO LIFE WILL BE LEFT". The players went to sleep, knowing that it was obviously a prank, and they would investigate tommorow. Suddenly, they heard their computers start making electronic beeps. Suddenly, the screen started flashing and a baby started twisting it's head. The screen flashed "POOT IS LOVE, POOT IS LIFE.", the two players were scared half to death. When they told their parents, they did not believe them.
Days later, player 1's dad was needed at the air force. Player 2 was on a family vacation, and wouldn't be back in 2 weeks. Hoping for the best, player 1 told everybody on the forums what happened. Everybody responded "That didn't happen." or "Lol, stop trying to scare us". Suddenly he heard crying downstairs, it was his mother. She heard that his father had died in a plane crash and the funerals tomorrow. The day of the funeral, somebody handed him a letter, which had the words "FOR YOU" on it. Inside the little slip of paper, it said POOT IS LOVE, POOT IS LIFE. The player did not know what this ment. Later that night, he could not sleep. Suddenly, a giant creature walked into the room. The creature started making horrible screeches. His mother came in, only to find the creature climbing out of the window with player 1's head, saying "Poot is love, poot is life".
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Pop

All I remember is coldness. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see, think, feel, or talk. It was completely dark. But suddenly, there was movement. 
The frozen state I was in was still there, but whatever I was trapped in was changing areas. I heard a loud unlocking noise, and the container stopped moving. The same unlocking noise was heard again, and there was a sudden loud humming.
Everything was getting warmer.
At first, it was a comfortable warmth, but soon it got greater. Suddenly, there was a loud explosion. It startled me, but seeing as I couldn't move, I did nothing.
Then, there were more explosions. Bangs, crashes, and booms. As the heat got more intense, I felt like I was expanding.
It all happened very quickly. The heat went intensely high inside of me instantly, and I exploded. I didn't die, but I was left seriously disfigured. My bones were sticking out of me, my flesh shriveled up on my body. It was very dark.
I was somehow still alive. Eventually, after continuous explosions, there was that same noise from before. I was moving again. But just after I was moved, there was a deafening, high pitched shriek. It chilled me to the very core.
Suddenly, there was a blinding light. My vision must have returned to me after I exploded, seeing as this hurt my eyes, and eventually was able to see again... I saw an alien environment, like I've never seen before. It was all too much for my mind to handle. I looked around the now opened container.
All around me were clones. They all looked like me, with slight differences. Then, I saw the most horrifying thing peer into our containment. It had eerie, pale flesh, with a bump with two holes in the bottom of it in the middle of the creature's face. It had very complex, mind-breaking eyes, that stared into my very soul. It was a giant.
Eventually, it went away, and the container was moving again. We went into a different environment, with geometry that confused me just as much. The face peered in again, and grabbed one of my clones with what I can only describe as a huge piece of meat, with five disgusting appendages all of different lengths.
Taking him, it shoved him into a gaping hole in it's face, and crushed him with jagged pieces of bone jutting out of this hole. It was horrifying. I could hear his bones crunching, his flesh getting torn with squishy, dreadful sounds.
The monster picked up more of my clones, and stuffed them into the hole. Each time, it barely missed me. I wished for this torture to end, the horror of watching people like me being crushed, maimed and murdered by this ungodly creature.
Eventually, I was the last one left, at the bottom of this huge tunnel-like chamber.
It grasped me. Their texture was rough and meaty. I couldn't move or run away. It drew me up to the hole. I could already feel what was about to happen, the crushing and dying. And then, it put me into the moist hole, and...
Lizzie finished off the last piece of popcorn. She threw the bag away and then went to see what was showing on the television.
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Pop-eyes the Sailor

The year was 1995, and I was a janitor at Paramount Studios. It was a long night and I was putting my supplies away when I accidentally hit a button on the wall which opened a door to a secret room. The room was filled with cobwebs and dried blood splatters and in the middle sat an old film reel labeled, "Pop-Eyes". I wasn't sure if I had a projector to run it on, but I took it anyway. Upon looking deeper in my storage closet, I found my Grandpa's old dusty projector which still worked. "Perfect!" I said grabbing it and hooking it up. The film started...
It started with Popeye riding his boat and eating spinach, he then sees expired spinach but eats it anyway. He then started shaking uncontrollably and foaming blood out of his mouth. Popeye then starts to inflate and his eyes fall out of their sockets. Finally, he inflates enough that he pops and guts explode all over the boat and camera. The film stopped, and I immediately threw the reel away
Moral: Don't eat expired spinach.
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Pop Tarts and Cats

One fine night, I was strollin' and trollin' when I saw this shooting star. It landed near my house and I went to the crash site. It was a pop tart. but not just any pop tart, it was a cat with the body of a pop tart. I nursed it back to health and when it was healed it flew away and it shat out a rainbow as it flew and it sung this song that I cant get out of my head it went like this: NYAN x 100,000,000
I have found a video of this creature.
I have dubbed it "Nyan Cat" for its song that it sings while flight, and also because Nya means meow in Japanese. (Wikipedia, kids!)
Originally uploaded in 2011
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Pop Up Scares

Ballsack in my teabag!
So I walk around the stairs of me chairs and A BIG SCARY MONSTER POPS OUT! ROAR! REALLY LOUD NOISE!
Then I went to the pool and I pooped and THEN A GIANT SCARY GHOST FACE!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH BE SCARED!!!!!
SO I ated a candy baer in the woods and I look at my cameras and I sawed AND A GIANT PICTURE OF OBAMA CAME OUT AND IT IS SCARY!!!!! RAWR!!!!! BE SCASREDEDEDEDED!!!!!
So then one day I washed the dogs and THENA A GINAT PICUTRE OF A PUPPY CAME OUT AND BE SACASAEA#EDAEWDAWDW of it!!!!!!
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Popcorn and Hentai

I need your professional opinion upon a subject of concern. I was minding my own business, as one does, when I was hit with an epiphany which I am unsure about how to feel. Would popcorn and hentai be the ultimate combination or the greatest nightmare? Trying to find an answer I wracked my brain, but alas! I found naught. Feeling somewhat disheartened I sent a direct message to Aaron, asking him to peer review my idea. As it turned out, he has yet to come online. With that, we come to the present. I beg of you. Would popcorn work perfectly with hentai or would the salt and grease on one's fingers cause a pitiful soul to bring ruin upon their self?
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Pope Rand Paul and the Badass American Motherfucking Bacon Church

Senator Rand Paul is currently running for president of the United States of America currently for the 2016 election, however, what many don't know is that he is also secretly planning an assassination on Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty so he will successfully become both the president the smartest man on TV. I was able to encrypt hidden files found in Paul's emails which also included details of an affair between Paul and Obama and the plan to bomb the planet Venus.
I was able to find out how Paul will change the ten commandments into "The 10 Americanments" which include:
1. I'm the President of the United States of America and the smartest man on TV.
2. Bacon will become the national meal for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a midnight snack with Coca Cola.
3. The new American national anthem is "America Fuck Yeah" from Team America: World Police by Trey Parker and Matt Stone.
4. Seinfeld will be the only show on television.
5. Only songs by Phil Collins will be played in America, disobeying is punishable by death by impalement with an American Flag.
6. Any other country except America will be referred to as "Inferior Communist Scum Dictatorships".
7. President and Pope Rand Paul will have a picture in every house and apartment.
8. The 50 stars will be replaced with a picture of President and Pope Paul.
9. Shoot every hipster, communist, Nazi, non-American (Unless Phil Collins), and anyone that doesn't like eating tuna sandwiches on sight.
10. Independence Day is everyday except Tuesday.
Clearly, he is setting up a dictatorship mixed with his love for Seinfeld, Phil Collins, and tuna sandwiches. Honestly, this sounds better then anything Hillary Clinton will do, so, VOTE FOR RAND PAUL 2016!
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Popeye the Sailor Man Theory

This is a theory of Popeye the Sailor Man, you know that 30's cartoon?
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man. I'm Popeye the Sailor Man.
I'm strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach.
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man.
Popeye's story:
Popeye was an Arabic immigrant who moved to Houston, Texas in 1887 with his family. When he was 5 years old, he was dragged into the wrong group of kids, and he started becoming addicted to crack. He would steal his one of his father's cigarettes and smoke away. That's why Popeye is normally depicted with a cigar in his mouth.
Olive Oil's story:
Olive Oil was Popeye's mother, but in the show, Olive Oil was Popeye's girlfriend/wife. That's because when he was in middle school, he started having an affair with his mother.
Popeye's addiction to crack:
One day, right after he smoked crack, he had spinach for dinner, and 20 minutes later, he had big lumps on his triceps and biceps (depicted as muscles in the cartoon). They swelled real bad, but after he was diagnosed, he realized something, they were arm cancer caused by heavy use of CRACK!
So, Popeye had arm cancer after he ate spinach.
A CARTOON IS BORN:
Popeye was depressed from his crack addiction, so he moved away from his family to Chester, Illinois, where he met E. C. Segar (the creator of Popeye) who just became a cartoonist in 1919, so he wanted to make a new comic strip. Segar started asking Popeye questions about his life so he would have ideas of a cartoon.
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