Now my check won’t bounce!
That generic cat food caused my future cat to have future explosive diarrhea.
I left my wallet in 1488, but I might have some ducats in my other pair of pants.
We start having sex unless you promise to pay me $63,248.71 in child support later.
I’ve got to stop myself from majoring in Brit Lit.
My stupid HMO doesn’t cover post-existing conditions.
Oh crap, I forgot there are debtors’ prisons in 1736.
Thank God President Oprah is going to raise the minimum wage.
When did I leave that secured-credit-card application?
I’d go back and invest money in the past if only I could afford gas for my time machine in the present.