Didie

I looked the baby over, and then suggested to the mother that she take his “didy” off, at which she remarked, “Doctor, there is no trouble there; the child has been circumcised.” Nevertheless, I insisted upon seeing the little fellow’s penis

Man is conceived in sin and born in corruption and he passeth from the stink of the didie to the stench of the shroud.

She drinks from her bottle, weeps realistic tears, blows bubbles from her pipe and wets her didie—she acts like a real baby