SECRET CONFESSIONS OF A DIAPER DIVER. It's true I'm a Diaper Diver! I crawl and rummage through bins & dumpsters looking for used diapers to

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SECRET CONFESSIONS OF A DIAPER DIVER. It’s true I’m a Diaper Diver! I crawl and rummage through bins & dumpsters looking for used diapers to m********* over. I’ve been doing it for over a decade now and it’s incredible! I’ve been cut by broken glass, burned with chemicals and even bitten by rat’s, yet after all that the hardest part of being a “DD” is still my c***!!! It’s near impossible to Diaper dive without having a raging erection. I usually wear long baggy shirts and loose fitting pants to try and hide my erection but it doesn’t always do the job. I learned to pick pad locks many years ago from the Lock picking Lawyers videos on YouTube which has helped me get my hands on & c*** in many yummy diapers from daycare centres bins which are mostly locked. F*** YOU CUNTS!!! I generally go diaper diving 3 to 5 times a week but if I’m using Cocaine that number can tripple. Probably the biggest danger of diaper diving is homeless people. They often sleep in & around dumpsters and often think I’m trying to r*** or robe them. I’ve had several small fights with the homeless and once had a knife pulled on me after my erection was noticed. Being a Diaper deviant will always have some downsides but when you get your hands on a minutes old used diaper that literally still has steam coming from in makes it all worth it.

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Do you listen to rap music?
Do you wear Air Jordans?
Do you know any 2pac lyrics?
Do you sag your pants?
If you answered yes,
The news is unfortunate. You might be suffering from a mild case of Ghettosis aka Niggatosis

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Corvallus Winslow here to announce my RETIREMENT from the Jizzle game.

They say a once in a generation champion like myself reaches a point where he has no more goals to accomplish.

I’ve had my back blown out by every Tyrone, Ricardo and Geraldo and I’ve deep throated foot long meat swords aplenty (of all colors and creeds!)

I’ve guzzled and keystered loads from 50 man trains and bullet trains (a timed train event they used to have at Ramrods in Tampa).

But the Corvallus Express has reached the end of his line and I must take off my pink overalls and conductor’s hat and and pass it along to the next generation of Jizzle junkies and Mancooch Monkeys.

I will now retire to live a quiet life with my cis lady and her African American Trump supporting bull. I’m hanging up my popper bandolier loaded with only a single bottle of pig sweat poppers: it’s for you, all of you jizzleheads out there.

I bid you adieu.

Simply,

CORVALLUS