My wife told me I was immature. I just told her to get out of my pillow fort.
There were three boys on the top of a slide. The first one went down yelling “gold!” and landed in a pot of gold. The second boy went down and shouted “pillows!” and landed in a heap of pillows. The final boy went down and shouted “weeeeeeeee!”
Mom: you need to grow up. your so immature
Me: glares get out of my castle …
Mom: it’s a pillow fort
Me: why cant i have an imagination!?
Mom: your almost 19 years old
Me: not good enough … OUT!
What did one pillow say to the other? Nothing meah they just sang a song about a rogue chicken whose feathers had been sacrificed to make them.