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>at vatican city
>all the bishops and everything are congregating
>see what all the commotion is about
>diaper on pope
>want to retrieve diaper from His Holiness without making a scene
>diaper in jacket
>retrieve diaper from jacket
>go to take pope hand for handshake
>attempt the "cotton ball in ear" magic trick to get diaper from pope
>succeeds and retrieve pope diaper in flawless condition
>decide to go back to home country
>board plane
>diaper on plane
>treat myself to the spare by unloading in the one I'm wearing and swapping into the fresh one in the plane bathroom
>plane lands, trot out wearing fresh diaper
>phone an uber
>driver is a friendly guy, not very good at english
>I ask him if he's down the the diaper subculture
>he has no idea what the fuck I'm taking about
>hands me his business card as I exit the car, he sells refurbished vacuum cleaners
>go to wear I parked my car
>get in
>start the engine
>diaper in car
>add pope's diaper to glovebox
>drive straight 2 miles
>turn radio on
>turn right
>drive straight 3/4 of a mile
>drive straight 3 miles
>change radio station
>turn left
>drive straight 2 miles
>take diaper out of glovebox
>sneeze in diaper
>put diaper back in glovebox
>take left turn
>change radio station
>pacifier hanging from rearview mirror
>pacifier in mouth
>take right turn
>drive straight 5 miles
>stop at stoplight
>release my bladder in my pants (not wearing diaper)
>warmth runs down leg
>start moving again
>take diaper out of glovebox
>think I'm going to sneeze in diaper, but don't
>put diaper back in glovebox
>forget to use turn signal while switching lanes
>some guy honks at me
>flip him off
>he looks at me weird because I have a pacifier in my mouth
>turn radio off
>arrive home
