Mr. Stinky Pampers Earns A World Record

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I’d written into the world record book about Mr. Stinky Pampers. I explained that there has never been a baby who has ever smelled as badly as he does. They contacted me back to say we’d been selected to meet with a judge, and she would decide if he earned the world record for Stinkiest Diaper. I was terribly excited, I mean, what’s the point in being so smelly if you aren’t recognized for it, right?

It was mid-morning when the Judge knocked on the door. She seemed very professional-looking in a hot, MILF-Y way. She had on a high-waisted pencil skirt and crisp, white button-up blouse. Her thick-rimmed glasses scrunched up her nose when I opened the door, and Mr. Stinky Pamper’s smell assaulted her senses. “Peeyouuu!” She waved her notebook in front of her nose. “It’s worse than I thought.”

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Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

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There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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What's That Smell?

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A Mother’s work is never done! After the Holidays, when everyone else is playing with their new toys or sleeping off a food-induced coma, Mama is cleaning up.

Stuffing ripped wrapping paper into trash bags and washing the mountain of dishes left behind after the feast. Never mind tackling the decorations that took hours to put up. Somehow, they take longer to take down! I was crawling under the tree to unplug the lights when I took a big, frustrated inhale, and PHEWWWOuuUIIEEEeee! What’s that smell?

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