guys at the deer camp

Started by pdmattox, April 01, 2008, 09:34:34 PM

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 Deer Camp....

The guys were all at the deer camp.
They had to bunk two to a room.
No one wanted to room with Steve because he snored
so badly.
They decided it wasn't fair to make one of them stay
with him the whole time, so they voted to take
turns.

The first night John went to breakfast the next
morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all
bloodshot.

The rest of the guys said,
'Man, what happened to you?'
He said, 'Steve snored so loudly, I just sat up and
watched him all night.'

The next night it was Garry's turn.
In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up,
eyes all blood-shot.

Once again they asked,
'Man, what happened to you?  You look awful!'
He said, 'Man, that Steve shakes the roof.  I
couldn't sleep a wink, I just watched him all
night.'

The third night was Herb's turn. Herb was a big
burly guy who loved to fish and hunt -- a man's man.
The next morning he came to breakfast bright eyed
and bushy tailed.
'Good morning,' he said.

The guys couldn't believe it!
They said, 'Man, what happened?'
He said, 'Well, we got ready for bed. I went and
tucked Steve into bed and kissed him good night.

 
He sat up and watched me all night long.

JP

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