I decided that i would continue the annual tradition of dressing up in a diaper for halloween... since there are so many pictures of me in diapers, i'm just going to summarize the whole night right here:
I was supposed to go out trick or treating with a friend from work, summer. I had been trying to move the relationship into "friends with--drunken--benefits" territory, and i thought i might be able to impress her with my diaper. And get her real wasted. niether of those things happened.
Instead, I took a hit from the bong and ended up going out to a mexican restaurant for burritos (what else do you get at a mexican restaurant?). I was worried that i would be kicked out of the restaurant for wearing only a diaper and a cape, but i don't think they care as long as you don't stink and you have money (and it's not like i was cooking the food, nor are adult diapers taboo; I got them at walgreen's)
i ended up at my friend's place with the weed and the booze wearing off and the reality of 40 degree weather (and just a cape and diaper) kicking in. To top the night off, her violent rot weiler/german shepard "Coco" became alarmed by my cape and diaper and bit my arm. what a retarded dog.
Finally we ended up back at my frien's place, where I was able to get some more booze in my system. all of my friends that night commented about how comfortable I was in a diaper. this could be a good thing if that's because i'm "comfortable with my body." it's a bad thing if i'm "incontinent."
