What happens to my dad in Vegas…

…stays in Vegas. Nudge, nudge, wink, wink. When Dad returns (with a duty-free bottle), he can tell me all about it, and I won’t tattle to his Wife (unless she buys wine).

He’ll probably be getting up to stuff like this:

Yeah, that’s a diaper.

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3 thoughts on “What happens to my dad in Vegas…

    1. It was a bit of a stretch…I might have to devote a post to the subject. Which probably wouldn’t surprise anyone.

      I don’t know how many people search “diaper fetish.” I’ll let you know!

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