So I built a fort. Yeah, I invited all my "turn of the century" period correct friends over. We had a ball. I have no idea what was up with my friend Wayne blowing the bugle, but we had to lock him in a room for a time out. That boy can get on your nerves. After awhile, the fort party got a bit out of hand. Things ended up with tea and crumpets getting tossed all over the place. I'm going to have to take my leisure robe and fez to the dry cleaners now. Marmalade stains are really hard to get out, you know.
I don't know what keeps me, or any adult for that matter, from just going out (or in) and building a fort. This stuff is fun! When did this activity become passe or childish for me? I'm sure that building a fort would not involve a landlord or weird neighbors. It might involve people laughing and pointing at me, but screw them. If I want to build a fort then I'm gonna!
Are any of you out there feeling me on this?
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