The Great Out-Snores
on August 16, 2017
at 12:25 am
Last weekend my wife and I went camping. We packed up our tent at two in the morning and drove home because we couldn’t handle the guy snoring one site over. It’s like he was issuing a mating call to all nearby grizzly bears.
Hmm, I suppose if that was indeed a mating call for grizzlies, it WOULD have meant putting the theory proposed in the May 7 Patreon comic to the test… although with a not-yet-born baby.
Probably my favourite strip so far 😀
In a group of friends, we have this one guy who is always isolated in his own room at night because no one can sleep with him 😛
So you are saying that by snoring loud enough, I can make sure I always have my own room?
I am that guy.
I have literally (in the traditional meaning of literal – not the new usage meaning figuratively) been thrown out of a tent in the middle of the woods because of my snoring. Had to wrap up in a tarp a ways away from the tent to get through the night.
Summer vacations with friends at a time-share condo always had me sleeping in the van.
Formerly going with groups to seminars where sharing rooms was expected, only had to share a room once – the first time. After that I was always given a room to myself.
Now, the Cpap machine means no more ‘snore of death’. Just a soft “whoosh whoosh” all night long.
Me too. I love my CPAP machine so much that I would marry it if that was legal here.
Camping really seems like one of the things you’d be scornful of, Huby.
Almost every sumer of my teen years I went to girls camp.The first night I’m in a tent with about eight other girls and there’s a sound. A growly bear like sound The other girls start freaking out. The sound gets louder and I start cackling laughing. They think I’ve lost it. I finally catch my breath for a moment, at this point I’m crying laughing. It is in fact not a bear but my dad snoring at the campsite next to ours. He was one of the few male leaders at camp.
Never has burying somebody alive been so funny.
I didn’t see a way to comment on your baby announcement… but anyway I’m glad Dr. Seuss books were on the gift list. Those are critical to any child’s life.
This is one of the reasons why I never go camp without a good set of earplugs. This and the damned early-birds. But I must ask Adam whom allegedly has “the wanderlust of an apprehensive pet turtle” if he was forced out into “the great outdoors” or if he was camping in his own backyard, which would raise more questions like: “why did he take the car” and “was the snoring man his neighbor and why was he in a tent?”
good
The cure is simple. As soon as he starts, go over and give him a kiss. He’ll be awake all night worried that you’ll return. So, he’ll miss sleep, not you. Until I has surgery to fix it, I was the snoring guy.
When my son was a preteen, he and a friend camped out in the yard. They got scared because they thought they heard a bear. They came inside and realized that it was just me.