You build a fort at work and then you put a ‘no girls allowed’ sign on it?
Jerks.
I didn’t want to visit your stupid ‘fun hut’ anyway. —Girl Who’s Not Allowed
This article appears in May 17-23, 2012.
Boys are mean
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If you can think of a better way to keep from being exposed to cooties, I’d like to hear it. >; )
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Hang one of these in your cubicle for your own club. Keep candy, cookies and a stocked mini-fridge inside.
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Then do something like a guy would (a shot, say-or are you good at any sports? chuck one in the trash can, fooseball…) The boys will want to merge the clubs soon enough.
I’m not saying it’s right…but it will work.
(or… if it is clearly discrimination, keep a log and show it to HR…)
SOME GIRLS JUST DON’T WANNA HAVE FUN.
I know who the OP is, but I’m not sure I should tell.
please don’t tease us agent 195^^
Well next time the efficiency expert comes in to see who’s actually working and who fucks around all day; you be sure to point the finger at the boys’ circle-jerk tent.
it doesn’t sound like this place would have an *efficiency expert*
IF I had a fort, all the ‘girls’ would be welcome… I’d get one of those free breast examination things (costumes) you always see at halloween. Me & Life Sucks could take turns operating it ~;).
IT would have a “All ‘girls’ welcomed with open arms ” sign too !
What do you think Sucks ?
That’s not a bad motto , at least its not too creepy .
Awwww now I wanna make a fort!
i plan on having a treehouse fort before i croak. all are welcome
Call Little Lulu – she’ll use her ‘ball-cracker’ move on Tubby.
That’s weird. I was taught in school there weren’t any tests for herpes and my doctor said the same thing. Very odd! Are you sure these “tests” were done by a professional?
teehee
Arrrg fucking Coast. Fix yo mobile shit.
by the way o.p., my fun hut is always open to girls, come on down.
The sign says no girlS, they are allowing one; find out who and take that bitch down.
LS. I thought the fun hut is what girls have.
Your company hires ten y.o. boys OP? They build forts with “No girls allowed”? Next time the boss comes around, show what the boys are doing on company time.
sounds good to me more, and senor, yeah, they do, and i like to play in there, as much as i can.
Ok that’s it. I want a damn work fort! My office is becomming a fort. I’m going to steal everyone’s couch cushions and rip my drapes down. I’m the damn boss so if I want to make a damn fort I damn well will.
Sounds like a great Friday project for my assistants!
PS: Boys allowed 😉
THE PICADILLY CLUB
: paingirl (05/17, 6:14PM) – “i plan on having a treehouse fort before I croak. all are welcome”
We had a two-storey treehouse fort called The Picadilly Club. It was on the corner of Inglis and Ivanhoe Streets. There were about 10 members and each had his own corner. I had mine on the second floor with a window view. We gathered regularly during the evenings after school and told ghost stories.
One day some thugs from another school tried to burn it down but without success. Just scorched it. We declared war. It was fought with bb-guns on a local golf course. At one end was a rough stone wall and behind that a thick growth of trees in which we took up our positions. The thugs charged and, thinking that they had driven us off, hopped over the wall. They were trapped. We opened fire with a withering blast. They stumbled and scrambled back over the wall. We followed in hot pursuit and drove them from the field. Victory was ours.
Girls were not allowed. Girls?
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvlW-2w9HNs
sounds like a fun place to work…
I’ll come visit your fort, PK, but only if you have cookies. 😛
Oh, and would you object to me putting a “No Armadillos Allowed” sign out front?
Just being proactive and covering my bases.
I have been sentenced to silence as to the identity of the OP upon pain of horrible, unspeakable things.
that sounds like fun monsieur, i’m guessing you were about ten? i don’t think mine will be quite so grand
You’re lucky nobody lost an eye, Professor. As with Waterloo, The Battle of the Golf Course was won on the playing fields of the Halifax Grammar School, no doubt.
It appears that one of your childhood friends and former club member bought the land that your once impressive tree fort sat upon and, well, has become an entrepreneur of sorts:
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Well, at least he kept the name alive.
Of COURSE you can come visit my fort, Vastie!
You don’t even have to ask 🙂
Oooh maybe I’ll build one in my backyard and we can have a summit in it!
Ooooooooh!
I have to ask, was the OB invited to help build the fort, but refused, and is upset now that she can’t join?
I need more coffee
I don’t usually read frenchdouche’s posts…
but I did and have to wonder…
who the hell builds a two story, pentagonal treehouse?
“who the hell builds a two story, pentagonal treehouse?” – Kids like these…
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I think that explains a lot.
THE PICADILLY CLUB (II): BRITAIN’S LEAD TOY SOLDIERS
RSVPs
: paingirl (05/18,(9:02AM)
Yes PG, that would be about right but for a couple years either way. It was our second home, complete with matresses, candles and, of course, our distinctive flag hanging out from the side of the Club.
: Ivan, Master & Commander (9:07AM)
You’re right about losing an eye. My best friend George wore goggles and when the battle was over there was a star-shaped crack directly on the left lens but thankfully no damage to the eye itself. You’re also close about the Halifax Grammar School. The members of the Club, excepting me, were students at the school which then occupied the same building as the Grammar School does now.
Speaking of George, he lived where the Picadilly Club was located but do not confuse his very large, yellow (yes yellow), wooden, late Victorian mansion with the two oddly-shaped buildings which now occupy the site at the cornr of Inglisand Ivanhoe Streets. It no longer exists. But there is a connection with our strategy in the BB-gun fight which saved the Picadilly Club’s honour.
We were all avid collectors of Britain’s lead toy soldiers and waged battles on the floor of the enormous front room of George’s home, from the ceiling of which a huge chandelier dangled from its moulded mount. The year was always 1895, at the height of the British Empire. We knew that to win those battles strategy was necessary. Deception was required. Hence the basis of our ruse in the glorious victory over the thuggish arsonists.
The love of Britains has continued for me into adulthood. At the moment my army of about 350 Britains, including cavalry and foot soldiers, is marching proudly along their five-tiered shelf. While soldiers from the world over are represented, the concentration is on the British Guard’s regiments – the Grenadiers, the Scots, the Irish and the Welsh. Of course, the Coldstream Guards (sorry, “The Stream”) have also proudly taken up their position.
I think I’ll go upstairs now and take the salute.
A pleasure as always.
Cheerio!
Here’s some mood music for taking the salute, Professor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wx7M91XGuFY