The Moral Story of Traveling Alone

As a baby, I pooped on my dad on a plane. He had me on his shoulders walking up and down the aisle as we were traveling. The diarrhea slipped out of my diaper and I shit all over his head,. His neck, everything. If this would not have been at a restaurant, I would have 1000% shit my pants.

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