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My mother found my stash (I was down to my last one, too. I could have changed myself earlier and avoided this) and the conversation went like this: "Have you been having accidents?" "No." "...Then I don't want to know." Probably about as good as it gets. So she knows, but I don't know if she's told anyone else, so I've abstained from buying them since, and I'm waiting until I move out to start again.

I usually wait until after midnight and drive out to the CVS near my house that's open 24 hours. Storage spot: under the bed, behind the roll-out drawer.

In the colder months I usually wear nylon track pants. Hides the crinkle and hides the bulge. I'm sure my friends don't suspect a thing.

Picked up a huge collection of Naruto from a roommate. Still haven't gotten around to watching it. complete Full Metal Alchemist. many episodes of Tenjou Tenge. (I've made a DDR step to the theme song in StepMania, available on request) few episodes of Full Metal Panic...and all of FMP Fumoffu. a few dubbed episodes of Inuyasha and Samurai Champloo on adult swim. and this isn't really an anime, but it seems like it would be well-adapted to the anime format -- a "sprite" comic called Kid Radd. If you're a fan of long, winding stories, or of late 80s and early 90s console gaming, or if you just like moving pictures, check it out. It's gripping.

She: "Do you wear Boxers or Briefs?" He: "Depends." --- A friend of mine, who is French, said, "English is a f ked-up language." And I said: "Must be because English speakers are f ked-up people." To the same friend: "Windows is like the English language: it sucks, but we all use it anyway." --- and the one that currently resides in my sig.

* Earliest memory I have is of me at age 1. I'm playing on the floor when I mess myself. * 4 or 5 years old. My brother is fresh ly potty trained, and so there is still half a package of Pampers in the house. I try them on, but don't use them. * For the next several years, I would watch diaper commercials in envy. * At some point, I tried fashioning diapers out of various permutations of paper towels and plastic bags. * 18 years old. While visiting grandparents' house, I noticed that there was a partial package of Depends, probably left over from the aftermath of my grandfather's prostate surgery. Stole one and wet it, stole another to use later at home. * 20 years old. While at college, bought package of Depends. Probably next, mail order. Maybe those ClassyComfort ones.

For some reason that reminded me of this: "You eat enough meat, you wanna kill somebody! That's the way it fucking works! That was the ultimate American dream for me during that Gulf War...I was sitting in my living room naked, with a can of Budweiser and a three-inch steak, watching the war live on TV! I had a six-foot erection with a giant cheeseburger on the end of it!" ---Denis Leary, No Cure for Cancer

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Hi all. I've been trolling this forum for a while now, but I just decided to sign up because I finally gathered the courage to buy diapers, put them on, and come to terms with who I am: I am a Diaper Lover. I'm 20 years old, I live in Massachusetts, and I'm currently a sophomore in college. I love computers in all aspects (collecting trance MP3s, programming, websurfing, and especially games), comedians, and good food (regardless of how healthy or not). Thank you for giving me a place to belong.