I'm warning you. If you don't like puns, now is the time to turn and walk (click) away.
This is a real story for those who care.
When I was a wee lad of about 11 years old we were having a sleep over at my aunts house. It was memorial day so I had family up from Chicago, Iowa, and other areas. We, my cousins, were all sentenced to sleep in the living room, there must have been 10 of us there. One of my cousins, Chris, was given a really odd pillow. "This pillow feels like frosted flakes!" he kept proclaiming...
In the morning we were rudely awakened from my uncle playing "Taps" on his bugle. After we all woke up my uncle asked us how we slept.. Chris pointed his finger up in the air and loudly shouted "GRRRRRRREAT!"
This is a real story for those who care.
When I was a wee lad of about 11 years old we were having a sleep over at my aunts house. It was memorial day so I had family up from Chicago, Iowa, and other areas. We, my cousins, were all sentenced to sleep in the living room, there must have been 10 of us there. One of my cousins, Chris, was given a really odd pillow. "This pillow feels like frosted flakes!" he kept proclaiming...
In the morning we were rudely awakened from my uncle playing "Taps" on his bugle. After we all woke up my uncle asked us how we slept.. Chris pointed his finger up in the air and loudly shouted "GRRRRRRREAT!"
