Yep ya’ll, Nora’s back! And she gets the TOP BUNK!
*Sniffles, wiping away a tear*
Truly, that is the ultimate sign of pure, unadulterated love. The top bunk a beautiful, sacred place, isolated from the troubles of the world, where on may reflect upon many an existential conundrum, such as “WHY are my pants?”.
To share that sanctimonious sanctuary with another is the best thing you can do to convey your unwavering faith in their good character.
Top bunk. For those who grew up with siblings, that was the equivalent of prime real estate but for sleeping.
Top bunk is the sibling equivalent of tagging in video games.
Oh sure…Top bunk SEEMS all fine and good. But what happens when you fall asleep in a strange place, roll OFF the top bunk, wake up in a panic, bash into the support post of the bed in said panic because you’re in a unfamiliar room and can’t see cause it’s pitch black, (cause the designers of the house you’re in decided it would be a good idea to put NO WINDOWS in a bedroom) panic even more, and wind up collapsing in a gibbering heap till someone finally comes and opens the door, revealing to you the hellish-nightmare of a room that has been your prison for the last six hours, simply because you had to get up in the middle of the night to take a leak, and forgot where you were……..
Not that this has ever happened to me.
Oh man, If I had a nickel for every time this happens to me every day…
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