Vandalized!

Man, I still can't believe the nerve of these girls that live in this place. Just thinking about it burns me up. I'm new to the joint, you know, and I'm exhausted, jetlagged even.

So I doze off and I'm a heavy sleeper and this is one of those REAL good naps where I'm out.  I mean, I'm OUT.  I thought everyone was cool here, even the chicks, but I should have known better.

I start to stir and I feel this heavy weight on my chest.....

I wake up and find that I've been vandalized.  I mean, they've got me all decked out in chains and beads like I went to Mardi Gras or something.  What is this?!?  The beads, the pimp rings on my fingers....I look ridiculous!!  Do I live with a bunch of sorority girls or something?  I'm surprised they didn't have my hand in a bucket of water.  I mean, heck, maybe they did because I woke up and my diaper was soaked.

I guess I could tell the boys it was my Mr. T starter kit but I don't think they have even heard of the guy.  I thought this "Mom" lady would have watched out for me.  She's the one that was there when I came into this new world of bright lights, loud noises, and screaming girls.

But that's ok.  Just wait until she gets a load of this atomic diaper I've ripened up for her.  It's one of those with a little fallout.  Actually a lot of it.  Yeah.  Enjoy that one.  We're even.