06-29-2016, 12:42 AM
(This post was last modified: 06-29-2016, 12:43 AM by DuckforcoveR.)
(06-29-2016, 12:32 AM)solarius Wrote: I remember changing diapers for my oldest...meh. No sweat.
My youngest...no problems either. Up to one day where I dunno what in the heck he had eaten but whatever came out, I called it the nuclear waste deposit. Opened the windows, doors, turned green and that was the very last time I'd ever change a diaper. Pampers and I have divorced ever since.
I was good for a long bit. Until one day...one dreadful day...out came that "Blatz splatter". It was the most powerful thing I had ever seen from such a small body. Covered the face, outstretched arm, wall, everything. My wife still reminds me of that. It's that one story where "shit faced" and "Blatz" go together in a story about me!