While Mr. Diapers appeared jovial, I knew things between us weren’t copacetic when I walked in on him pooping into my sock drawer.
Mr. Diapers was getting sick of everyone mistaking him for Santa Claus–sure, they had the same boomingly jovial laugh, gigantic belly, and red crushed velvet longjohns, but while Santa works so hard to keep things copacetic and jolly throughout the world, Mr. Diapers likes to upset dumpsters and leave trails of urine along running paths in Central Park–they’re totally different!
Everything is more than copacetic, my friends. Let us be jovial in the light of the commemoration of our dear friend’s birth. Here’s to you, Mr. JBC, and to many more.