Diaper Alert

My God! what's in yond wind yee broke doth burn mine eyes and make me choke. Such bitter breeze such wafting savour assaults mine senses which flee in terror! No sewage pit nor stagnant mire cans't rival thine unholy power. A road dead skunk in a summer's swelter would smell more like a rose most precious flower. What cursed perfume thou villainous rouge doth linger in thine wake be gone and find your mom I say it's her turn for goodness sake!