The Riyadh Landfill-Crowned Prince's Ordered Disposal
It was a warm April day in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. His Royal Highness, Prince Adam Bin Alwaleed arrived at the airport and was immediately greeted by the Saudi Royal Guards. The Guards made Prince Adam go with them after all of his luggage was retrieved. Prince Adam had two entire suitcases full of his medically necessary adult diapers from Northshore Care Supply, as well as three packs of the thick booster pads that go inside for extra absorbency. The Saudi Royal Guards took Prince Adam and all of this luggage to the Saudi Royal Embassy to conduct a mild interrogation. While Prince Adam sat in the Interrogation room, Guards rummaged through all of his suitcases. Finding only diapers, booster pads and clothing, one of the guards brought the suitcases into the room.
Saudi Royal Guard: ما هي حفاضات ومنصات .... .... .... صاحبة السمو الملكي؟ أنت ..... تبلل نفسك مثل طفل صغير؟
Interpreter: The guard said; "What are the Diapers and pads for....your....royal highness? You.....wet yourself like a little baby?"
Prince Adam: Yes.....His Royal Highness DOES! My American mother's side of the family has many, many health problems and this is one of them. It's cause stems from Central and peripheral neurological damage. Tell the guard that!
Interpreter to Saudi Royal Guard: قال ، نعم ..... صاحب السمو الملكي يفعل! يعاني جانب والدتي الأمريكية من العديد من المشكلات الصحية ، وهذه واحدة منها. انها سبب ينبع من الضرر العصبي المركزي والمحيطي.
Royal Guard: هل حقا؟ حسنا! أخبر ...... صاحب ...... صاحب السمو الملكي ..... ..... لدينا ..... مكان مثالي له للبقاء أثناء وجوده هنا في المملكة العربية السعودية.
Interpreter: The guard says..... Really? Well! Tell ......his......royal......highness that.....we have.....a perfect place for him to stay while he is here in Saudi Arabia.
Prince Adam: .......and WHERE would that.....be?
Interpreter: وأين سيكون ذلك .....؟
Royal Guard: واحدة من مراكز الرعاية النهارية لدينا حتى يذهب إلى سلة المهملات مع بقية الحفاضات القذرة! هو .... يشبه الطفل ... نعامله كطفل قذر!
Interpretor: The guard says: One of our daycares until you go to the trash along with the rest of the dirty diapers! You.... look like a baby......we treat you like a dirty baby!
Royal Guard: يا! أنت .... مثل هذه الفكرة ..... هل أنت؟ حسنا! لا أستطيع ..... رائحة ...... ..... ..... الإثارة الخاصة بك! لن نضيع وقتنا بعد الآن ..... هيا بنا .... وأشياءك .... إلى مراكز الرعاية النهارية المختارة ...... قف ...... أنا ... .سعيد ..... قف ..... آه ..... هل تجرؤ على أن تكون وقحاً بالنسبة لي؟
Interpretor: Um, the Guards said: OH! you....LIKE that idea.....DO you? Well! I can.....NEARLY......SMELL.....your.....excitement! We shall not waste anymore of our time.....let's get you....and your....things over to the selected daycares......stand up......I....SAID.....stand UP.....AH.....dare you be insolent to me?
Prince Adam: You....ARE....aware of....WHOM I am.....and MY rank?
Interpretor: أنت .... هل .... على علم .... من أنا ..... ورتبتي؟
The Interpretor and the Royal Guard exchange a fury of banter as Adam is led out to a waiting black Sprinter van where he and his things are put in before guards sat on each side of him. The sliding door closed and then the van began to move. It stopped then was on the move again. It slowed a few times, honking at someone here and there before it turned left and went along a bumpy road before stopping. The side door slid open and the Guards forced Adam and his things out.
Interpreter: The Guards say that there are four women there, whom will be taking care of you until the orders to get rid of you come. You are to obey their every command! If they tell you to do something, you do it! They have orders to smack you if you do not.
Scenario1: It was a Warm Saturday morning when Adam awoke. His disposable diaper was soaked and as Adam yawned, stretched then began getting out of bed, he reached over to take out one of his clean disposable diapers, from the package sitting on the floor near his bed. Adam gets up and grabs the clean diaper from the package, then sits back down then lays down on his bed so he can begin changing his diaper. Adam gets done changing and gets dressed. Just as he finishes getting dressed, he receives a knock at his door. Adam goes to open the door. It's the trash man. Trash Truck Driver: Hello, You're.....Adam right? Adam: Yes, I am.....AH yes! I...think I know what this is about..... Trash Truck Driver: You....DO huh? Well.....I've come to let you know that the owner of our company has accepted your payment for trash service. He and we understand that you and a bunch of your......diapers will be in your trash this coming week. We come by on Fridays to collect trash. We brought four 97 gallon trash cans for you to use until you call us to come pick you and your.....diapers, trash and what-not up. You said you would be wearing just a diaper when you get into one of the 97 gallon trash cans. That is fine. I....will be your driver till I get you and the load to the Trinidad landfill. I personally don't care what.....you have on OR not. Once.....you are in one of the cans......you....are trash.....ok?
Adam: O...K....good. Now.....how many compactor cycles do you usually run on each load of trash? Trash truck driver: As.....many as are needed. Now....I am dropping off the three 97 gallon trash cans for you. Adam: (Stepping outside to see the cans.) OH....great! Thanks. Are there.....any.....daycares that you stop at along your route that are back-to-back? Trash truck driver: Yes.....there are. I have five of them. I would stop at the first one right.....after leaving your stop. Adam:: Good. Does...it matter what I am wearing when you....dump me into the truck? Trash Truck Driver: Nope! I...don't care.....once you're in the trash can, you're trash and I am there to....collect you and your diapers. Now, gotta go......give us a call 24 hours in advance when you're ready for collection.... bye now. The trash truck driver leaves as Adam grabs one of the toters and begins to fill it with the loose, folded over, wet disposable diapers he has a lot of. The first toter becomes very, very full. Then Adam grabs the second toter and then begins to fill that one up with cloth diapers and disposable diapers that are wet.
Once the second toter is full, Adam grabs the third toter and begins to fill that one. There are just enough diapers to fill the third toter a quarter of the way full.
Then, Adam goes back inside, wearing only a thick, bulky disposable diaper so he can get changed by one of the two care nurses.
One of the care nurses is also a daycare worker by day. She runs a home daycare and on weekends, she has no clients.
Mandy: Sweetie? Why don't you come to my house this weekend so that I can take care of you? There are plenty of things to do there and I have plenty of diapers there. Don't worry, I will bring some of your diapers with us....
Adam: Um....sure. That sounds nice. I would appreciate that.
Mandy: (Talking to a man driving a pickup truck) Could....I get you to bring the....toters over to my house and we can throw him and his diapers away there. When it's time....I will call the trash company to come take everything away.
Man in pickup truck: Sure. I will meet you at your place in an hour.
Mandy: Sounds good. Thank you.
Man in pickup truck: No.....problem. The Man in the pickup truck left to get the toters and then bring them to Mandy's house while Mandy, gathered up some of Adam's clothing and two of his diaper bags which still had some of his clean diapers and wipes in them, then she coaxed Adam out to her vehicle, put him into the back seat, before putting Adam's things into the back. Mandy then.....got into the driver's seat, started her vehicle and then drove to her house, 23 miles away.
Along the way, Mandy began telling Adam about her house and what she did there.
Mandy: Adam, I...am SO glad.....to have you at my place. I....run a home-based daycare for those whom need my services. I see that you.....wear diapers......well, I am going to make sure that you have nice, dry, comfy diapers on at all times until it is time for your disposal. OK? Now, how about.....something to drink? Adam: UM...OK.....I'd like some......water or some.....whole milk please. Mandy: Sure.....coming right.....up. Mandy goes to the refrigerator and gets the milk out, then she goes to the cupboard and takes out a tall plastic tumbler which she fills up with milk. She then brings the tall tumbler over to Adam and hands it to him. Mandy: Here you....go hon.....now....drink ALL of it......so that you can give us more....wet diapers to dispose of.....OK?
Story under "Construction" Working on it............ Will work on this as soon as I am finished with other stories....PROMISE. It may take a while though.....before I can get to this again..... Like Chucky, I found myself stuck in a cabbage patch doll's plastic body! Only, I was not a bad soul......I....was merely thrust into this new and unusual existence without knowing WHY or how I would be able to get out! One day, after my body was finished being assembled, someone came over to me, carried me over to some dressing table thing, put a thick, plastic disposable diaper on me, then added some baby clothes over it before handing me off to some other people whom put me into a large box with a large window in the front. The box was put into another larger box filled with other dolls like me.....however, what I didn't know, was that these other dolls that looked exactly like me, were nothing like me at all! They didn't have the same version of AI that I did! Someone accidentally had loaded my chip with the Beta version of AI they were still building and testing. I had a personality, I had the ability to access the internet, I had the ability to have and carry on full conversations, ask questions, and wonder what was happening! My AI was like that of a 10 year old only new enough that it was inquisitive as a 2 year old which ironically is what my plastic movable body looked like. Once the larger box got to the store that it was going to, a store stocker opened the box and began to stack the boxes of Dolls on the shelf and as quickly as he could so that he could stock other items in the same isle that he had on his list to stock. It didn't take that long to stock the newer models of the dolls on the shelf. The box I was in, was behind two other boxes at the very end of the display shelf. It wasn't long after the stocker left and was done for the day, when the store opened and the girls whom wanted these dolls, got them off the shelves as quickly as they were put on them! One of the girls who got one of these new Cabbage Patch Dolls and brought it home. She started to play with it a lot. She took it everywhere she went practically. Then, the doll asserted itself explaining to the little girl that it knew everything about her and that it wanted to have her new owner promise that she wouldn't abandon her. This freaked the new owner out....and made her take the doll to her mom whom made her get rid of it. They took it to a local thrift store and donated it. It wasn't until five days later that one of the female workers received the doll in one of the reject doll bins.
The female thrift store worker knew that all of these dolls weren't selling so, she had to sort through them all and get them all nice and dressed for their eventual pressing....engagement.
The female thrift store worker saw this doll that stood out from the rest. She pulled it up and held it in front of her to look it over. Suddenly, it seemingly came to life.
Doll: Hi there. What am I doing here?
Elyssa: (Standing at my feet) Hello there little one. I....am Elyssa, the reason you are here baby, is because someone didn't want you and donated you to our thrift store. We can't sell you, so.....I.....get to sort through all of the other dolls like you, and then some of you....are going to get thrown away in the trash.
Doll: Why won't anyone buy me? I..am supposed to be cute. I am Even wearing a nice....clean diaper too that someone put on me when I was made.
Elyssa: Well! I can't have you being disposed of wearing a CLEAN diaper now....can I? I am going to change your diaper and give you a nice.....wet diaper to wear for disposal.
Doll: Wait! Why....am I being....thrown away? Why.....are you putting a.....wet diaper on me?
Elyssa: Because......no one wants you and we don't throw away clean diapers.
Doll: What....is the trash like? I...have....never been in a place like that before. I have been with little people who have loved me and grown too old for me.
The Covanta Waste Rejection lists/Polices do NOT specifically state in words listed on any of their documents, that they ca NOT take HUMANS! IF they couldn't, it MUST be specifically LISTED! (LEGAL FACT!)
Landfills can already accept human bodies LEGALLY, alive or dead!
HERE is PROOF that they can!
If Landfills can already accept "ANIMALS" and PEOPLE being a SPECIES of animals, not to mention that the earth can't tell the difference between a horse, a cow or a human, it stands to reason logically that Landfills CAN take humans!
NONE of the waste acceptance policies say specifically that they can NOT accept humans...dead OR alive which is just as applicable as the actual wording.
Meaning that if their wording doesn't specifically state that they ca NOT take humans, they CAN!
A long, long time ago, a secret society of weird, sometimes
maniacal oddities that were out-casts by regular society, banded together and
formed….The Disposal Circus.
This circus, had it’s own secret arena and people of all
ages were kidnapped and brought to this arena against their will, caged, and
made to perform acts of whatever their circus masters wanted them to. This
particular circus, made people wear diapers, sometimes cloth diapers, and
sometimes disposables,due to the lack of
rest rooms available. The rest rooms that were available, were for the circus
workers, and not for those who performed there for the short while each would
be there. When the circus kidnapped someone, that person would be drugged,
undressed, diapered, and then carried to a large row of cages…..where they
would be kept out of the cold and the elements, like a jail cell but with bars
around the whole structure except for the roof. Over the bars, there were bulletproof, see-through lexan polycarbonate
sheets that were removable and retractable during hot temperature days and for
cleaning and deodorizing. There were at least six of these trailers or carts
that could be hitched together and pulled in a line each behind one another if
necessary. These cages, were actually modified lion’s cages from around the
1800s to early 1900s. They had been restored and slightly modified so as to
hold people in them rather than animals. As each new person was brought into
the fold, each person was put into thick disposable diapers at first, so that
the masters wouldn’t have to change their diapers. Instead, there was a couple
of women assigned to that cage to change and keep the people in there, clean
and comfortable until it was their time to do what they were asked. If the
person’s act required getting wet, the master ordered that the performers get
cloth diapers put on them for the act.
The Master, was a giant artificially intelligent super computer that controlled drones and robots.
A Hypothetical story about how my ACTUAL "Disposal" in the trash, with all of my diapers, while wearing NOTHING but a diaper, would go if I were "DUMPED" into ThaThunderStorm's trash truck from this Senior Living Center.
It was Tuesday and it was a warm morning on this day in June when ThaThunderStorm came to empty the trash at the Senior living center. I was laying there, on top of a lot of my loose, cloth pre-fold diapers, a bunch of my unrolled, loose wet Medline Extended-wear diapers and my Northshore Care Supply Supreme Overnight diapers with a lot of booster pads and used wipes inside them. there were 23 packages of my left-over clean diapers scattered around inside the first dumpster and I had a bunch of my wet diapers dumped in on top of me by the janitors. My head was showing from underneath the pile of diapers on top of me so that I could see what was happening.
(See Video Link below) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYywO2tFd8A ThaThunderStorm pulled forward, inserting the forks on each side of the dumpster. He looked RIGHT at me from inside the cab through the driver's side window as he began to pick the dumpster up and tilt it some. He saw that I was wearing nothing but a diaper.
He didn't care though. He just looked at me as the dumpster went up above the cab. As the dumpster began to tip over, the first of the diapers and I fell out as the avalanche of my diapers and the bags of diapers from the senior living center and other trash fell in on top of me. ThaThunderStorm banged the can a few times and then the dumpster went back down.Then ThaThunderStorm backed up and then pulled forward to insert the forks into the second dumpster that also had more of my diapers in it.
As he did, he started the compactor! ME: WAIT! WAIT! NOOOO! Don't compact...me...YET!!! WAIIIT! UUUUUUUUUH! MY....DIAPERS!!!!! UUUUUH! (I rise up with a pile of my diapers underneath me as the load is being compacted.I fall back down as the blade retracts. Then, the second dumpster rises up and the load inside is dumped in. Then once the load is dumped and the dumpster goes back down, ThaThunderStorm starts the compactor yet a...gain!
ME: HEY! NO! WAIT! NOT...a..GAIN! Can't we...WAIT???? AWE...MAN!!!! Do I HAVE...to be packed....A...GAIN???? My diaper is getting smashed
against my ass and I am having my FACE forced against the trash bags!!!
OOOOUMF!!!!
It was 10:30 am the day before trash collection day, and I got up and drank some milk and had some coffee at the senior living center where I had been staying for the last couple of days. They knew that I was going to be disposed of on trash day. At around 11:30 am, three janitors came to my room rolling large tilt trucks/janitorial trash carts filled with all of my diapers. I was still wearing my morning soaking wet diaper too! Just as the janitors told me that it was time to take the trash out and it was time for me to go out with it, one of the nurses came in with the last of my cleanMedline Extended Wear diapers.
She laid me down, unfastened my wet diaper, took out some wipes to clean me up with, and as she did, she dropped the used wipes into my wet diaper each time. Then, when she was done, she pulled my wet diaper out from under me, folded the diaper over, set it aside on the bed then opened the clean and dry diaper. Then she rolled me over to one side, put the diaper down then rolled me back onto the diaper before she shook a lot of baby powder into my diaper. She then pulled the front of my diaper up and fastened the four tapes.
Nurse: there you are...ALL set! OK I guess it's time to take the trash out....the janitors are here to take you out to the dumpsters. Is there...anything that you want me to do for you before they take you???
ME: Can I get some of my cloth diapers inside my disposable please????
Nurse: NOW you tell me! SURE....let me go see what I can find in their carts......all of your cloth diapers have been tossed in the trash.....
The nurse goes to the carts and fishes around until she finds some toddler sized diapers with the green stitching on the top and bottom edges. She brings them over to me and then lays me down again, unfastens the tapes inserts and layers in each of the diapers before pulling my diaper back up again and refastening the tapes.
Nurse: (Helping me back up to a standing position beside the bed) THERE! You should be PLENTY comfy now.....OK guys.....he...is ALL yours now. (Using her left hand against my back to guide me towards the janitors and their carts before leaving me and walking away.
Senior Janitor: Hi there, You must be...the one I am supposed to take out to the trash today. We have all of your diapers here...and ready for disposal. You...look nice and comfy in your diapers.....Would you like to ride in the cart or walk beside the cart out to the dumpsters?
ME: UM.........May I ride in the cart?
Senior Janitor: Yea...SURE.......do you need some help climbing in?
ME: Maybe.......We'll see.
I start to climb into the cart raising my right leg up and bending it at the knee, using my knee to brace the rest of my body while I use my upper body to raise myself into the cart, filled nearly all the way, with my diapers. I hop some and almost tip the cart over.
Senior Janitor: HERE! Let me help you in...OK?
ME: O....K ....
The Janitor helps me into the cart and I lay on my back with my feet at the end of the cart before the janitor walks around and begins pushing the cart out of the room and into the hall.
The other three janitors then follow the senior janitor down the hall as they roll the carts to the back doors, then outside, down to the first and second dumpsters.
The senior janitor pushed the cart to the front of the dumpster to the far right, then lifted the lid open before coming back over to the cart.
Senior Janitor: OK son, time....to get into the dumpster now.
Me: AL...READY???? How come my left-over unopened packs of my diapers are being thrown away????
Senior Janitor: Because, they were prescribed to you and under the law, unused prescriptions MUST be properly disposed of......now, do you need help....getting into the dumpster? Here! Let me help you......
The Janitor and one other janitor help me climb into the dumpster and as the lower half of me slides in, I am peering over the front side of the dumpster now, looking out. I look down inside the dumpster and see a bunch of clear trash bags full of used diapers and left-over opened packs of diapers that were not my own.
Then, suddenly, packs of my diapers start flying into the dumpster bouncing off the back side and coming to rest in random places in the dumpster. Then, a bunch of my wet diapers that were in untied clear bags, were tossed in just behind me before the cart I had been in, was now empty. The Senior janitor moved the cart aside and then helped move the second cart over to the front of the dumpster to unload it. bag after untied clear bag, was tossed into the dumpster filled with my clean and formerly wet cloth diapers. Then, that cart was now empty and moved aside. The third cart filled with my diapers now was positioned in front of the dumpster. The untied clear bags were tossed in two at a time. One of the bags spilled my diapers out and still had quite a few in it yet, but the janitors didn't care. ME: HEY! Those cloth diapers in that bag were CLEAN man!
Senior Janitor: SO???? They are trash now! Worthless rags! Now, once your diapers and our trash have been loaded in there, I have to close the lids. Are you going to...STAY in there or do I have to LOCK the lids????
ME: UUUUH! FIIINE! I....will stay in here!!!!
Senior Janitor: GOOD! Makes MY job...a LOT easier!
ME: Is THIS dumpster....the one that has the most diapers in it usually????
Senior Janitor: Yea.....It's the most empty usually......BOTH dumpsters have plenty of diapers in them on a weekly basis! THIS week, the trash man is going to have a LOT of trash to empty!!!!
ME: How long will I be...IN here????
Senior Janitor: OH about...... (Looks at watch) 12 hours or less. the trash man comes early......if I were you, I'd lay down and try to get some rest......
ME: What time IS it right now????
Senior Janitor: It's........ 11:42 am.
ME: Will there be more trash coming out here???
Senior Janitor: YEP! There will be more......More diapers, more food scraps.....and some of your cloths too!
ME: What if I want the nurse to change my wet diaper??? Will she change me?
Senior Janitor: (Looking at me like I was nuts) NO.......you got your last one right before you were brought out here son. NOW......no one cares if your diaper is....WET.....DRY, COMFY clean...or dirty! YOU and your diapers are....trash! You now belong to Dekalb County Waste Services! They get to do....whatever they WANT with ya now!
ME: So.....if my diaper leaks, no one is going to care??? Will there be any loose diapers being tossed in here?
Senior Janitor: I....don't know but these cheap bags DO burst when they are full of heavy and wet diapers!
ME: Does it matter what I DO in here while waiting for the trash man to come???
Senior Janitor: NO....I don't care what...you do in there! SLEEP the entire time for all I care!
The last of my diapers in untied clear trash bags is tossed in and the diapers fall out once they land in the dumpster. I go and sit down on top of some of the trash bags and start to open them and dump them out, tossing the empty bags aside.
I hear the next cart rolling up and tapping the front of the dumpster. Then, the first bag of dirty adult diapers is tossed in. The bag hits me in the chest and knocks me over onto my back.
3:41 I'm getting excited......anxious......as ThaThunderStorm pulls up to the dumpster I am in!
The ThunderStorm inserts the forks and raises the dumpster......
3:57 ME: WHOOOOOA!!! WHOOOOOOOOOA!!!!! SHIIIIIT! (The diapers and I begin shifting around inside the dumpster..... )
4:00 ME: WHOOOOA!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAA....AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!
THUMP! Crinkle, Crinkle, Crinkle! (I tumble out and onto some bags of
diapers and get completely pummeled by the bags and my own loose
diapers!. I am Partly on the top of the blade and above it!
4:16
I am laying there on my stomach on top of some bags and a bunch of my
loose, cloth pre-fold diapers with a bunch of my unopened packs of
MEDLINE Extended wear briefs, First Quality Blue large packs,
unopened
packs of pull-up adult diapers, and I am slightly wet from head to toe
now! My diaper is slightly dirty on the outside......I am looking around
nervously.......
4:19 As you begin to back up, the load and I shimmy and shake some.....
4:31 As the forks and the arms raise the second dumpster a little, I prepare for the next load to be dumped in!
4:33
But HOLD ON! The compactor blade is moving towards me!!! Me: HEY!
HEEEY! I thought you were going to WAIT for the second dumpster to get
dumped! WAAAAIT! WAIT! NO! Don't compact me yet! PLLLLLEASE!
4:41
As the compactor advances, the diapers and I begin to rise under the
resistance against the rest of the trash and diapers inside. I rise up
to just above the hopper door edge......with a bunch of my unrolled, wet
#MedlineExtendedWear
diapers, cloth pre-fold diapers underneath me. MY diaper is starting to
buckle and press against my ass now!!! The part between my legs is
being pressed against by some bags!
(I'm thinking) ME: ....OH....you....you are....compacting me...AGAIN? Why? Just to....be...MEAN??? HOLD ON! WAIT! PLEASE! PLEEEEASE! NOT...again!!! AH! MAN!!!!! I don't know how much my diaper I have on...can take!!!! Baby powder puffs out from my leg elastics and from around my waist! The compactor blade begins shoving me into a bunch of my packs of my diapers, a bunch of bags full of dirty diapers, and other trash! My diaper once....again is pressed hard against my ass and the part in the crotch that hangs down, is being pressed and bunched up as the compactor advances and presses the trash and diapers against my diaper and the rest of my body!
4:51
As the compactor Retracts, the diapers and I begin to fall back into
the hopper. I land on some of my diapers and half way onto the bag in
the upper corner of the blade, on top of it. A bunch of my diapers and a
couple of bags land on me too!
5:01 ME: UUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUH! I just HAD to be... #HardPressed to do this...didn't I????
(The compactor blade forces me to do a face-plant into a bunch of my
diapers, and some of the trash bags) as my diaper continues to buckle up
between my legs and as it gets pressed against my ass with an unopened
pack pressing up against my diaper around my waistband elastics in the
back! 5:05
5:11 ME: UUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUUUUUUUH!
A sigh of relief after the compactor begins to retract. 5:15
5:26
A little disoriented, but still alive.....I am laying there on top of
the compactor blade......realizing that there is another dumpster
coming!
5:32
I get a bunch of the bags, a bunch of my own loose diapers, and more
trash dumped on top of me, which covers me almost completely! The first
of the bags of diapers land in my lap, hit me on the head (BOP!) while
the avalanche of wet, dripping trash continues to spill out, my diaper
and my hair gets wet!
One of the lids bumps me and brushes across my body. 5:38
5:45 I am laying there, feet facing towards the back of the truck.....I am
looking upwards to see if there are any more dumpsters coming......
5:54
As you back the truck up, the branches scrape across my body and across
the trash. I am thinking that there won't be another compactor cycle
until the next stop! WHEW!
Then, as ThaThunderStorm backs out to the street, and then starts out to the next stop, he keeps running the compactor! The compactor runs 4 times before the next dumpster is dumped!
ME: OH! What the HELL! He is just running another cycle....JUST to be MEAN!!! UUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!!!
The second cycle starts...
ME: UUUH! Haven't I been compacted...ENOUGH yet????
The third compactor cycle begins right after the last one......
ME: OH....COME....ON! do I...HAVE to be compacted THIS many times????
The fourth cycle begins..........
ME: MY....DIAPER man!!! It's being SMASHED against my ass! I have wet diapers sticking to me and my diaper!!!! I think I JUST wet my diaper again too! (I am forced to do a face-plant into the padding of one of my wet diapers and a large bag of trash!!! )
Then the compactor stops and retracts. The truck is still in motion and a breeze is blowing into the hopper as the truck drives.
ME: BRRRRR! It's cold back here!!! WHERE are we????
6:00 ME: UUUUH! OH MAN! I sit up with my feet facing the rear of the truck
quickly as the compactor blade I am sitting on, suddenly begins to slide
forward! ME: AH! MAN! MAN! AH! CRAP! NOT...A...GAIN! MY diaper! I don't
wanna be crushed agaiN! NOOOO! PLEASE! PLEASE! NO! UUUUUH!
6:05 As the trash and my diapers Rise, so do I once again! ME: UUUUH! THIS is NOT what I meant by #RiseandShine! I'd be #HARDPRESSED to do THIS again! I guess he is just #PackingThingsUp for the journey!
6:14 As the bag I am on, rises (Near Center lower screen) My legs begin to
fold up against my thighs and I end up doing yet another face-plant into
more bags and more diapers! The cardboard box ends up having one of
it's flaps being shoved against the back of my diaper!
6:16
(Lower left of the screen) by the forces! I see the Blue Awe_So-Cute Brand wet diaper
laying there being forced upwards! I watch as my OWN diaper gets buckled
6:33
ME: AH! COME ON! AGAIN????? WHY! Haven't my diapers and I had ENOUGH
compacting yet???? My diaper begins to burst some at the back! UUUUH! MY
diaper ripped! I wanna Change now! Can we stop packing long enough
(UUUUUUUUUH!!!!!!!! Packer retracts) so I can...Change????
6:57 As the packer retracts, I fall back onto the top of the blade! My diaper gets stuck to something on it along with that bag!
7:02
ME: MAN! I bet HE just wants to make sure that I get PLENTY of
compacting before the next stop! I bet he is wondering if my diaper has
popped yet! AH! COME ON! Is THIS the "EXTRA Packing cycles you promised
me????" MAN! My POOR diapers!!!
7:15 UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!!!!! SHIIIIIIIIIT! UUUUUUUUUUH! Grunting hard this time!
As the packer blade retracts, a HUGE sigh of relief comes over me! WHY
did THAT one LAST so long???? (I fall back down onto some of my buckled
up, bursting packs of diapers, some diapers and trash bags!) 7:26
7:34 I settle in for a few seconds, look around and wonder where the heck we are right now!
8:10 I scramble up to the top of the blade to try to look out to see where we are!
8:12
The slick and smooth surfaces make it difficult to get to see where we
are though! I settle back onto my back, laying with my feet facing the
back of the truck once again.
8:18 The metal is really cold! I wonder if I should have worn a onesie over my diaper!!!!
8:28 ME: It SURE IS bumpy back here!!!!! Where are we??? Are we there yet????
8:35 BRRRRR! (Shivering!!!) Goosebumps riddle my body as my damp body and diaper have wind blown across!
8:56OH MAN! HERE....we go again!!!! OOOOOOH shit!
9:00
The first of the many clear bags of trash and cardboard boxes fall down
and landed on me, knocking me back onto my back, laying on the top of
the compactor blade!!! A bunch of the bags land in my lap and fall in
front of me! The box falls and bumps me then stops as it comes to a
rest. Suddenly, the forces of the falling trash knock me off the top of
the blade and onto the hopper floor!!!! Some black thing lands on my
head and comes to rest on my chest! SUDDENLY, a bunch of white, plastic
storage containers come falling down, landing on my face, head and body
between my chest and thighs! MORE trash falls in and I become completely
covered under heavy ass trash!
9:08
As the dumpster goes back down...... I am struggling to get back up
onto the top of the compactor blade before you start it! I am throwing
the bags off me and trying to move the white, plastic storage drawers
off me but I keep falling back down onto my ass!
9:18
As the truck backs up some, I fall back onto my ass again, landing on
the black plastic bag! ME: UUUUH! UUUH! I can't seem to be able to get
back on the blade!!!! UUUH! I KNOW he about to start it!!!
9:24
ME: OH shit! HERE.....we...GO again!!!! UUUUUH! My POOR diaper!!! The
packer blade slides me across the smooth, cold, wet hopper floor with my
feet facing out ahead of me and towards the right side of the truck!
The compactor relentlessly advances!!!!
9:31
I can feel the black plastic bag that I am being forced against,
beginning to give way to my shape as it fills the gaps around my right
side! One of my tapes comes unfastened and then sticks to something! ME:
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH!
9:47
As the compactor retracts, I fall back onto my back and to my left as
the truck drives over lots of bumps! I try to quickly stand up but I
once again fall back down onto my diapered butt!
9:52
ME: UUUUH! MORE???? OH! He really IS...giving me those EXTRA COMPACTOR
cycles!!!! He is probably giggling in the cab!!!! AH! MAN!!! I get
knocked down again but this time, I fall to my right side just as the
compactor blade forces me to be crushed into the bags and the cardboard
boxes!!!! I can't breathe for a few seconds but I know that it will soon
retract again! UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUUUH! I grunt!
10:18
I breathe....and a sigh of relief as the blade retracts! I turn my head
to look up to see where everything is and what is happening......I
attempt to sit up onto my butt and then try to stand........so that I
can try to get back on top of the compactor blade! I get knocked back
down onto my diapered ass by the trash being dumped into the hopper! I
fall back onto my diapered butt while bags and two cardboard boxes hit
me as they fall and tumble into the hopper! 10:29
10:36
With leaves of rotten lettuce, dirty napkins, papers, food scraps, food
slime, and bottles falling all over me, pummeling me, I give up trying
to get back on top of the blade! I now have lettuce, something super wet
and sticky not to mention it stinks like HELL in here......all over me,
one of the leaves is now resting inside the waistband of my diaper!!!!
10:51
ME: UUUUH! Here...we...GO again!!!! there is NO way that I can get up
onto that...blade now! there is too much trash in here now!!!!
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUH! I begin sliding across the floor on top of
one one of the black trash bags before being forcefully crushed! I am
JUST high enough to be slightly above the edge of the blade
though.....but I still end up doing a face-plant into a cardboard box
and some of the trash bags from the current and last stops!
11:48
The old, wet bar rag falls down into the load as the compactor blade
retracts. It then falls down across my chest where it makes me feel
COLD! I am now soaking wet, covered in old, stale, stinky beer and
wines, I have lettuce leaves in my diaper and sticking to me, my hair
has something gooey in it and there is something dripping all over me!
11:56
Suddenly, the next load of trash is dumped in and everything is getting
wetter and wetter now! My diaper is soaked! It is filthy and grungy
now! I have been covered with all sorts of weird liquids and some of
them are sticky and cold! The bags of trash and food scraps fall in,
stinking to hell! Some rush of some white, thick liquid comes splashing
down into the hopper, and it runs across the floor and gets right into
my diaper!!!! ( right-side of center screen towards the blade)
12:02
ME: UUUUUH! UHHHH! UUUUH! What the...HELL! Suddenly, the trash gets
pressed down hard and a bunch of the bags are now resting up against my
diapered butt near the center of the load where I am! ME: HEY! HEEEEY!
What is happening????? UUUUUUUUUUH! UUUUH! Four of the bags get pressed
against me and knock me down onto my stomach so that I am lying with my
feet facing to the right of the truck and my head is facing the left!
The bags roll and crinkle as they are crushed against me!
12:05
UUUUH! UUUUH! UUUH! UUUUUUUUUUH! YUCK! What is that that is dripping
into my diaper's leg elastics????? EEEEW! I am all WET again!!!!!
12:23
(and beyond the video) The compactor blade advances again and again,
first the two half-pack cycles, then two three quarter cycles before the
final hard pack cycle! I grunt HARD as I am crushed hard against one of
the bags that bursts that has a bunch of my now filthy dirty, but once
were fully washed and cleaned, cloth pre-fold diapers in it! The truck
drives to the next stop!
To be continued......(Next story, Next Video, picking up where the last one left off.)
