A long long time ago in a township far far away, there were two freakin' frisky grown up kids fooling around with each-other, lost in the depths of drunken delirium.
Not before long Cupid's Sledgehammer smited them in their youthful folly and bound their hearts together in the burning erotic frenzy of the eternal moment, the male, fumbling his hands around in his pockets, searching for the right protective devices, found only a milky way wrapper to shield his semen from the vaginal walls which ruin lives with children made by and delivered to recipients devoid of the necessary animal husbandry experience or other such familial qualifications, still fairly well put together with minimal tear. As many a great engineer has told himself time and time again after too many days at the races, he too mumbled to himself "eh, it's close
enough".
With a mischievous up-to-no-good grin smeared all over his silly sly self, raising a wild and adventurous eye to his female companion, he slyly said, in cool, calm and collected tone of the Smooth Criminal he was, is and always will ever be to me, "Hey baby, you know what i'm thinking?" A follow-up wink echoed from his left eye and washed over the static stillness of the moment. With the tiniest wink of an eye, her eyes lit up, soul struck with the spark of the uncontrollable urge of cosmic creation, closed the gap between them, and grabbing the milky way wrapper, responded with fingers criss-crossed behind her back, "Don't worry-i'm on the pill."
The passion reached a fever pitch and one thing led to another which led to another which led to morning sickness, a positive sign, and a whole lotta love and guilt and brain-wracking self-loathing which ended up with me being pooped out nine months later. All great things start as little accidents, I guess