Which we want to hear. Obviously.
Nah. Was too young to find being sucked through my bunk bed funny. Not scary but most certainly puzzling :)
What was funny was when brother #3 got his head stuck in the gate. But that's another story.
Am I right in picturing you giggling like mad while sliding, and your brother extremely annoyed at being awakened like that?
Way back in the mists of time I slept in the top bunk, while the younger #2 brother had the bottom one.
I spent all night reading some book (before the days of HP) and whatever way I say on the bed I ended up slowly pushing all the boards supporting the mattress towards the end of the bed. I did n't notice this fact. Not until I woke up with my head unsupported, hovering in mid air, until gravity did its job and made me slide the rest of the way down on top of brother #2.
Kids eh?
Livewire, the unsuspecting victim would have been me. Something you want to tell me, maybe?
The thing is, guys, I just didn't want to have to make a fool of myself climbing the ladder. And I can make any ladder rickety...
I'm glad it was enjoyable. Well, other than the nagging images of impending death by bunk. And the stealthy psychopath lurking about. See, if the psychopath was thinking clearly, they could work it so they were invited to the wedding, take the top bunk, falling through smooshing the unsuspecting victim on the bottom bunk. This could be done with little effort and would be seen as an awful accident, not a crime...
You should definitely have insisted on having the top bunk: or did you have valid reasons for wanting to remain on the lower level (rickety ladder?)
No wedding is worth having to sleep in the bottom bunk. Hundreds of thousands of people have been impaled because the fat people always sleep in the top bunk. Impaling usually happens before the psycho murderer comes, so that saves him a lot of trouble.
Actually, if I'm honest, kyknoord, I actually enjoyed most of it on the spot. But that's only if I'm honest.
John, some of us did not sleep much, and talked in the morning. Not a pretty tale.
Much of B-day was spent on a train, Tony. The passengers will remember it for a few centuries to come, I'm sure.
I could hardly sleep that night, and it lasted years for you, Carl? Gah.
I remember having similar bunk bed induced thoughts when I was a young lad, sharing a room with my brother.
Glad you had a lovely time!
How was B-Day? Did you storm any large structures? That castle, for instance? Or at least, the top bunk.
I think the whole thing was bloody fairytale lovely!
As for the bunk beds.
A...The person on the upper bunk is at a much higher risk from said psychopathic murderer as there is no bending or risk of bumping ones head involved whilst butchering them
B...I would be more concerned about the risk of flatulence from the person in the upper bunk than any possible collapse of the structure
Nuff said ;)
I am glad (and I'm sure I speak for all here) that you didn't die. I also enjoy many things retrospectively, although much of the enjoyment is derived from the fact that I'm not actively involved in them any more.
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