The guys were all out at deer camp, sharing cabins.
There was just one problem: no one wanted to room with Carl.
Why?
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Because Carl didn’t just snore—he shook the drywall.
They decided to take turns bunking with him.
First night: Steve draws the short straw.
Next morning? He stumbles into breakfast with hair like a haystack and eyes like two road flares.
“Dude, what happened to you?”
“I didn’t sleep a wink. Carl sounded like a chainsaw fighting a blender. I just sat there and watched him all night.”
Second night: Mike’s turn.
He shows up the next morning looking like he’d been hit by a truck.
“Man, you okay?”
“Carl’s snoring rattled my fillings. I gave up and stared at the ceiling till sunrise.”
Third night: Big Frank steps up.
Ex-linebacker. Doesn’t scare easy. They figure he can handle it.
The next morning, Frank strolls in—refreshed, hair combed, sipping coffee like he’s on vacation.
Everyone’s jaws drop.
“Wait… you look great! What happened?”
Frank grins.
“Well, when we got into the room, I tucked Carl in, fluffed his pillow, and gave him a little kiss on the forehead. He stayed up all night watching me. Slept like a baby.”
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Caption idea:
There’s more than one way to stop a snorer.
A father and his son went on a camping trip.
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They set up their tent and fell asleep.
Some hours later, the father woke up his son.
Father: Look up to the sky and tell me what you see.
Son: I see millions of stars.
Father: And what does that tell you?
Son: Astronomically, it tells that millions of galaxies and planets exist.
Father slaps the son hard and says: “Idiot, someone has stolen our tent.”