When it's my turn

[Rusty]

Today my adorable, 15 month old little princess dropped a load that smelled like an outhouse way back in some National Forest, that hasn't been pumped out in a year or two, if said outhouse were right next door to a rendering plant on one side and a sugar factory on the other. And my wife informed me that it was my turn to change her. My eyes watered, and I dry-heaved several times. I'm thinking it was some of that organic crap my wife fed her that caused such an abomination.

[Charissa]

Ha ha ha ha... has she been eating meat, Rusty? Usually that's the source of the most stinky loads with the bambinos.

[Reads with Scotch]

rusty I think you need to take back the upper hand in your relationship with your wife.

"babe I am not going to be doing this again... I have done my part, I climbed on top of you, I pumped and thrust-ed for a good 22, 27 seconds and dripped salty sweat in your eye. My cheap insurance paid for the low dose spine shot thingy. What do I get for all my trouble? my sleep is interrupted every time you can't get out of bed fast enough to shut that thing up. Pooty smells invade my space ever time a game is on... If you can't take care of this "princess" efficiently then I am going to take it to Mexico and sell it. I still want that flat screen."

And If you are still married after that, then you married a great woman, quit your bitching and wipe the kids ass.

[Charissa]

I'm thinking after that speech Rusty will find himself alone with the Princess for a few weeks while his wife goes to Mexico to get a tan and fondle some cabana boys.

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Rusty, did you try to make my cookies?!

[Charissa]

LOL!! Hey, Rusty, if I had any, you had better bet I'd keep them all for myself. Unfortunately, I am cabana boy free.

[Rusty]

I have not tried them yet, Tambo. But rest assured I will.