One of Morgan and my favorite past times is to make up stories about people - we can go on for hours about the group of people sitting at the restaurant all wearing the same type of shirt. They are clearly a cult. Clearly.
While they were here we did a lot of stuff and mainly drove my car everywhere. At one point Angelo attempted to get into someone else's car assuming it was mine. Well...
Me: What if Angelo had gotten into that car and stayed there...not knowing it wasn't my car?
Morgan: Yes. He fell asleep in the back because he was so tired from all of our activities.
Me: Yep. He falls asleep waiting for us and wakes up in a dark garage.
Morgan: Because the car owners didn't see him back there - sleeping away.
Me: Of course. He's all snuggled up. He wakes up and it's dark and he's all 'Whaaaa? Where am I?"
Morgan: He doesn't have his phone because he left it here, in your actual car - so he can't call for help.
Me: Of course not. He gets out of the car and goes to knock on the door into the house and the people answer...and they're naked. They're nudists.
Morgan: God, yes, of course they are. Nudists. Just naked. They invite him in and are super friendly.
Me: They won't let him use the phone - they don't have electricity...they have, like, burn barrels IN the house.
Morgan: And no wifi. Uuuuuughh. They want him to join their nudist colony in this weird house.
Me: They walk on all fours...not even like, hands and knees.
Morgan: Feet and hands.
Me: Finally he gives in...what's that called...?
Morgan: Stockholm syndrome. He gets naked and he's living in their world. Burn barrels...
Me: No wifi...no electricity...
Me: He can't escape even if he wanted to - their are bars on the INSIDE of the windows and doors.
Morgan: We find him and we knock on the door...and he's all 'Guys, I live here.'
Me: And we're all, "It's been 45 minutes...."
Angelo: What are you guys talking about...?
Here we are making up a story about you right now...
It's basically the funniest thing you've ever heard.