In the morning, I play a little game I call “The Elevator Game”. It’s pretty simple, but surprisingly fun. When I step into the elevator, I always wait to see if my floor, the sixth, will be the first stop. That’s it. The building I work in has 16 floors so you’d think that the spread would be offset toward me winning, but there is a hair salon on the 2nd floor and there is no stairwell access. I would say I win less than half the time in the morning, but when I come back from a session or where ever in the afternoon my winning percentage is much better.
Here is a photo I took that has absolutely nothing to do with this random thought.
Keep on truckin’, diaper guy!
Here’s another killer game you can play: I call it “wallet, cell phone, or surprisingly geometric turd”
It’s an easy game to play, you just check out photos of dudes in diapers and guess which of the above is poking out of their dipes. It’s more challenging when the dudes aren’t baby dudes, because babies don’t have wallets.
Unfortunately, you’d be wrong on all counts. If you click the photo, the magic of the interwebs will take you to a larger version where you can clearly see that he has stuffed a pack of Pall Malls into his diaper for safe keeping. Where the hell else is a diaper fetishist supposed to keep his cigarettes?