The Humiliation of Getting Caught

Is there a sound that makes your hair stand on end, your blood run cold?  For some, maybe it’s the clang of a cell door, or the crash of car metal, or the snap of broken bones. For me, it’s the sound of jingling keys.  Shudder.

 

Don’t get it?  Let me paint a picture for you with a song.

 

Sung to the tune of “Sixteen Going on Seventeen” from The Sound of Music:

 

She was 16 going on 17

We were home alone. 

Nobody there

To tell us beware, so

Soon we began to moan.

 

I was 17 going on 18

Both of us on our knees.

Bumpin’ and grindin’

Should have been mindin’

The sound of the jingling keys.

Does this happen to you, too?

Via xkcd:

Red, White and MILF

Via Salon…