Scene: my storage unit in Southern California. It's roughly 1,000 degrees centigrade and I have left my best friend and father to continue shoving my worldly belongings into the 10 x 10 space while I fetch electrolytes so we all don't die.
My father is packing a clear plastic tub in which three brightly wrapped condoms (which I've forgotten to remove) are clearly visible.
He mutters to himself: I hope she wasn't planning on using those after they've been in storage.
He turns around, notices my best friend behind him and says: Please don't tell her I said that.
So of course she did.
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7 comments mean you love me:
Ha!! Too funny....and why do they wrap those things in SUCH BRIGHT COLORS? I guess it's so they are visible when you need them, but also makes them extra visible to people who don't need to see them...
right?!?
Good times, good times, although that is the closest to embarrassed I've ever seen your dad.
right? my poor father.
Aww, best friends always tell you when your dad has found your sex stash. Duh, Dad!
Right? He totes doesn't get girls at all.
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