Nurse Betty
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Is the baby uncomfortable? Nurse Betty has exactly what she needs, dear. Come to the exam table and lie on your stomach. I always find a good enema to defecate, which is exactly what the doctor asked for. I will make your stool fresh in the diaper soon. You will be a good boy and do whatever the nurse Betty tells you. I only measure the temperature of the rectum, so you have to squeeze those little buttocks together and hold the thermometer tightly. Nurse Betty has no time to start again. Regular physical examinations are also very important. The baby changes quickly, so every time you come to my office, we have to check from top to bottom. And since I am the only nurse in the office, you know that every visit will have a medical examination! And don't try to tell mom or dad what we do in my special room alone, because they will never believe you, you are just a baby, next time it will be your ice cream enema!
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1 (888) 430-2010October 30, 2009
Its the night before candy day when all the diapered little ones can’t sleep because they know its so close to Halloween when they can be someone they usually can’t be in the usual day to day life but your all excited because you get to dress up and have fun in those cute costumes and go door to door for that candy everyone enjoys giving out to you but you like saying treat or trick i can just hear you in that sweet voice of yours say please and thank you so have a wonderful time my sweet diapered ones. So my darlings becareful and watch out for those cars as you cross the streets because as we know they don’t look out for you now do they so hold tightly to mommy’s hand so you can get back home safely. Minnie
October 26, 2009
A be”witch”ing poem for the sake of the Halloween spirit. In a city, on the border Of Greenwich Harbor and Bly, Maine Lies a scene, dubbed out of order The people don’t like to explain For when nightfall finds its calling And the ground is damp with dew A strange, mist-like fog starts falling Believed from the witches brew. When the haze drifts on the hillside The scent of sulfur fills the air Streaking ‘cross the ebbing high tide Till the fog is everywhere Then the night becomes quite stoic ‘Neath the bright yellow facade And the townsfolk, not heroic Find their shelter e’er abroad. Thus, the city is a ghost town Every night when dusk appears But, alas, there’s milling around In spite of the chills and fears It is true, the rumored report Of the fog-like mist and smell For within a vacant resort Is the place where witches dwell. While the walls are swayed by motion And the roof is half intact The witches join to boil a potion Made of decades old extract To erase one’s recollections Of the town that they once knew Once they taste the rich confections That are in the witches’ brew. Minnie