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 responses to “What happens to my dad in Vegas…”

  1. Ed (The Dogs of Beer) says :

    I feel completely inadequate as a blogger that I have so far not been able to use the tag “diaper fetish”. Maybe I need to re-evaluate the direction my blog is going as a whole.

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