Showing posts with label diaperboy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label diaperboy. Show all posts

Thursday, December 11, 2025

An Imagined Conversation: Things the Photographer Said To the Models of Depend Packaging

The following are things the photographer probably told the Depend undergarment models during the photoshoot:


"Okay, now give me DryShield! Give me Odorblock! Yes! Yes!"


"That's it. Now lift your chin and point it in the same direction as your bulge. Perfect!"


"Slay, king! Give me more! You're gonna be on the XL packaging, you know! Act like it!"


"Okay, now look like you've walked in on your fiancée who found your Depends and you're not a little turned on by that. Yes! EXACTLY that expression!"

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

I Promise Not Every Entry Will Be About Babies From Now On, But Allow Me This One

Now, since having the baby a few weeks ago, the nursery has been filled with Bumbos, Boppies, Nuks, and other baby equipment you've never heard of. But there's one item that still kind of baffles the shit out of me. This hanging diaper holder.


What the cock? It holds your diapers and hangs on a closet doorknob out of your way, because apparently diapers stacked on a dresser is unsightly? Or are diapers considered "clothing," and that's why it holds them there? What if your changing table isn't near the closet or a doorknob? Fuck, Jamal.


Is it easy? Not really. Because you have to open it like a vagina to grab a diaper and pull it out sideways, and I KNOW you are sick of having just done that action. Also, if the thing is filled with too many diapers, you can't grab any of them easily. It's a design student project which I would grade a solid D. Somebody saw an adult's garment bag and decided to make a small inconvenient girlie one that holds shitbags.


Oh, and the white frilly ruffles. Fuck them, too. What an embarrassment.