A friend of mine built the greatest tree house, for his kids, that has ever been built. In his mind that is. In real life it's a regular, but cool tree house. He, God bless him, and I've told him this more than once is a master of self promotion. I truly love him, but I can't help but mess with him. He is constantly talking about how great his skills are at everything and how much better he does everything than everyone else. You have to know him to appreciate him :) So he is showing me pictures of this tree house and explaining to me it's full awesomeness. I tell him I built a tree house one time, but I didn't put walls around it, just a wooden platform. He, as I predicted, immediately started to admonish me on the dangers of that and how he would never let his kids play on something so dangerous. I told him I use to sleep on it all the time and would always wake up on the edge. Again, he immediately admonishes me on the dangers. I told him I didn't need walls to be safe. Flabergasted he asked why I could think such a stupid thing. To which I replied. Well I have a big winkie and I would wake up every morning with an erection that worked like a kickstand ;) Now that I think about it I probably had the first ever life saving erection in the history of erections ;) He didn't want to talk about tree houses with me anymore ;) Big Love
