Saturday, January 10, 2015

Oh, What ... That?


Oh, haha. That's nothing! Go ahead and just step right over that. It's just a cold, sodden, pull-up fully saturated with piss, that has been torn apart, and all the little scary chemical gel beady crystal things that hold the piss in and make it solid have been scattered all over my kid's room. Like what happens when you put a diaper in the washing machine by mistake, except this wasn't a mistake.

Do we have a dog? Hahhaa! Why no! Isaac just thought it would be funny to do this himself. I think he was trying to impress a girl who was over at our house today. Yeah, she's 5 and he's 4. That's how he rolls. He likes the cougars.

And nothing wows the ladies like taking your cold, piss-loaded pull-up from the morning and tearing it apart at 4:30 p.m. like Animal from the Muppets, leaving your mom to clean it up while she's gagging and screaming at you.

Future players of the world watch out: hate the player, not the game.

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