Tim decided to marry his long-time girlfriend.
One evening, not long after their honeymoon, he was busy organizing his golf equipment.
His wife stood nearby, quietly observing him.
After a lengthy silence, she finally spoke:
“Tim, I’ve been thinking. Now that we’re married, maybe it’s time you gave up golfing. You spend so much time at it, and you could probably sell your clubs for a good price.”
Tim froze, a horrified expression spreading across his face.
Alarmed, she asked, “Darling, what’s wrong?”
“For a moment there, you sounded just like my ex-wife,” he said.
“Ex-wife?!” she exclaimed. “I didn’t know you were married before!”
“I wasn’t,” Tim replied.
LOL!!
The guys were all out at deer camp, sharing cabins.
There was just one problem: no one wanted to room with Carl.
Why?
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.
