My longtime friend Michelle and I were on our way to Girls Night at Nikki's house when we noticed something a little odd on the car beside us.
We squinted and sped up, squinted and sped up. (I wasn't driving, Mama. I was the papparazzi.) It took us about a minute to figure out what we were looking at and why it wasn't moving.
A: Is that a diaper?
M: Holy Crap! It is!
A: That's nasty! Why isn't it moving?
(Keep in mind the speed limit is 45 mph on South Cobb Drive.)
M: That's because it's fully loaded. With crap.
Both of us: EW!!!!!!
A: Is that a diaper?
M: Holy Crap! It is!
A: That's nasty! Why isn't it moving?
(Keep in mind the speed limit is 45 mph on South Cobb Drive.)
M: That's because it's fully loaded. With crap.
Both of us: EW!!!!!!
We were baffled.
And disgusted.
Up close and personal.
And disgusted.
Up close and personal.
Sadly, my papparazzi time was short-lived. We turned on Atlanta Road and the Stinky-Diaper-Car kept going.
Aren't you glad I took pictures? :-)
Aren't you glad I took pictures? :-)
2 comments:
Yes!
Now if only blogs had a scratch-and-sniff feature...
Um, ew ew ew ew. You are a true blogger!
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