SNORING

I got this email from my buddy SHROCK in Indiana. Shrock is a retired Indiana State Police detective that I became friends with on the worst day of my life, February 5, 1993.

As I am going to be having my first night with a CPAP machine tomorrow, I just thought this was darn funny!

JC

Subject: SNORING

Some retired deputy sheriffs went to a retreat in the mountains. To save money, they decided to sleep two to a room. No one wanted to room with JC 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 deputy (We'll call hime DOUG!) slept with JC and comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes all bloodshot. They said, "Man, what happened to you?" He said, "JC snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night."

The next night it was a different deputy's turn. In the morning, same thing--hair all standing up, eyes all blood-shot. They said, "Man, what happened to you? You look awful!" He said, "Man, that JC shakes the roof. I watched him all night."

The third night was BUBBA's turn. BUBBA was a big burly ex-football player; a man's man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright eyed and bushy tailed. "Good morning." They couldn't believe it! They said, "Man, what happened?"

He said, "Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked JC into bed and kissed him good night. He sat up and watched me all night long."