So Steve was driving me to the surgeon's office the other day to get my nerve block. On the way, we go down this r-e-a-l-l-y nice road with massive houses on huge lots. We always slip into smart-aleck mode when we go this way, saying things like, that's a nice little cottage, and Honey, I'm home, and so on. Steve points out one particularly grand abode and I say, "Good Lord, it's got a TURRET!"
After a little pause, "What does one do in a turret?"
Steve's reply: "Whatever you want to, I guess."
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