One Stinky Saturday Brunch

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Saturday was the start of a perfect weekend! I invited my very best girlfriends over for a special brunch. I mean, who can say no to bottomless Mimosias, right? Zoey, Julie and Torri were going to spend the day relaxing with me, after all, we work really hard to keep all you boys pleased! It’s a big demanding job, and all we wanted was to kick our feet up and laugh about your little dicks! (Ha, scared ya!)

But in the living room, Mr. Stinky Pampers was supposed to be staying out of our way and keeping himself entertained with his toys and trucks. Just as Julie was getting to the good part of her story, my nose twitched. And twitched again as I couldn’t help but sniff. “Ewwwiiieee! What’s that SMELl!” Zoey gagged out the words before I could.

One Stinky Saturday Brunch

 

“Ugh.” Torri pulled her shirt up to her nose, and Julie began waving her hand in front of her face. “We have to find that awful smell, or it will ruin our beautiful brunch.”

I stood up from the kitchen island where we’d gathered and looked towards the living room. From there, I could see Mr. Stinky Pampers squatted down at the side of the couch…hiding. I rolled my eyes and pointed toward him. “I think I found the source!” All at once, the other three ladies started laughing and making Peeyyooouuu sounds!

“Oh, Mr. Pampers,” Zoey’s voice sing songed as we neared. “Did you make a mess in your cruisers for us?” I giggled at her face as it scrunched up in disgust.

“No!” He quickly stood up and turned to face us. Trying to hide the sagging in the back of his pampers.

I know A Liar When I smell one

 

I scooped up Mr. Pampers before he could make a run for it and stuffed his smelly rear into Julie’s face. “Take a sniff and see!” Everyone laughed as Julie backpedaled and yelled,
“I’ve got to get my gas mask!” I turned the smelly tushie to Zoey, who shook her head. She knew better than to take a whiff. Mr. Pamper’s was crying that he didn’t make a mess and he was clean and to put him down. His limbs flew out as he tried to wrestle me.

“thank goodness all of you are here! I’m gonna need you three to hold him down while I change this very stinky winky boy!

 

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