TNUtoNotreDame
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Don't want to Google, I assume a porn star?
Nailed it! No pun intended.Don't want to Google, I assume a porn star?
I hope it is photoshopped, but guessing not.
Damn it, it looks like it is...but this one below apparently is the original and maybe funnier. This kid is the real deal!I hope it is photoshopped, but guessing not.
Damn it, it looks like it is...but this one below apparently is the original and maybe funnier. This kid is the real deal!
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This Little Leaguer's 'dream job' choice is so absurd that we simply have to respect it
Brody Jackson of Webb City, Missouri is going places.www.golfdigest.com
The wet t-shirt contest pic caused me to remember something. In the early '90s my first wife was staying at home to be a fulltime mom to our two very young daughters. To help out a friend, she kept her infant son for a few hours per day for several weeks. The mom would drop him off on her way to work at noon and the dad would pick him up after work at about 5. My wife's friend stressed to my wife that her husband would not and could not change a diaper - it made him nauseated - so my wife had to send the baby out the door each day at 5 with a clean diaper, since dad wouldn't change him over the next few hours until his wife got home.
One day I was there when the idiot dad showed up at 5, and he and I were talking while my wife changed the baby. It was a minor, nothing, normal poopy diaper. The dad happened to glance over and see it and immediately turned white, gagged, and ran out our front door to vomit in my shrubbery. Soft-ass MF'er. He had no business with a kid. You want a Ferrari, you can't be scared of oil.
The dad in the pic above is the norm. You want to be a dad, you better get used to toxic waste and getting it all over you. I've been pooped on, peed on, vomited on, spit up on, dealt with gallons of snot & boogers, and had stuff on me that I never did know what it was. That's just being a dad. That dad in the pic above is probably thinking, "This? Meh. This isn't even the worst thing I've had on me today."

I had a couple of advantages. My parents had my little brother just before my 17th b'day, so I got a lot of experience changing diapers and dealing with all that. I didn't become a dad until I was 31, and by that time I'd worked in hospital labs, cut up a cadaver, and seen a world of stuff in hospitals during rotations. I was so used to it all that my kids' stuff didn't phase me much.Not gonna lie, puke and poop as a first time dad I was disgusted and definitely got a little green in the face a few times, but never blew chunks. After 13 years and one still in diapers (My autistic son) it doesn't really phase me anymore. You adapt and learn to get over it. The puke still kind of sucks because it doesn't happen as often, but I can at least tolerate it now![]()
Puke has always been the tough one for me. I thought I had worked past it until one day...The wet t-shirt contest pic caused me to remember something. In the early '90s my first wife was staying at home to be a fulltime mom to our two very young daughters. To help out a friend, she kept her infant son for a few hours per day for several weeks. The mom would drop him off on her way to work at noon and the dad would pick him up after work at about 5. My wife's friend stressed to my wife that her husband would not and could not change a diaper - it made him nauseated - so my wife had to send the baby out the door each day at 5 with a clean diaper, since dad wouldn't change him over the next few hours until his wife got home.
One day I was there when the idiot dad showed up at 5, and he and I were talking while my wife changed the baby. It was a minor, nothing, normal poopy diaper. The dad happened to glance over and see it and immediately turned white, gagged, and ran out our front door to vomit in my shrubbery. Soft-ass MF'er. He had no business with a kid. You want a Ferrari, you can't be scared of oil.
The dad in the pic above is the norm. You want to be a dad, you better get used to toxic waste and getting it all over you. I've been pooped on, peed on, vomited on, spit up on, dealt with gallons of snot & boogers, and had stuff on me that I never did know what it was. That's just being a dad. That dad in the pic above is probably thinking, "This? Meh. This isn't even the worst thing I've had on me today."