Walking away from the Drug Enforcement Agency, I thought, “SHIT! I should have taken that bag of flour out of my car!” I groaned, “I knew I would forget it!” Just then, I wished my sieve brain had allowed me to remember a condom. That could have solved all of my problems. After all, it was too late to make out in high school.
“Fucking great,” I muttered. I’ll be dealing with this for the rest of the semester.
(All dirty ideas courtesy of the dirty minds of JN, SD, KR, CS, RA.)