Four buddies went on a deer hunting trip and had to bunk two to a room. The problem? Nobody wanted to share a room with Daryl—his snoring was legendary.

They decided it wasn’t fair to make just one guy suffer the whole trip, so they agreed to take turns.

The first night, the unlucky draw went to Jim. The next morning, he staggered into breakfast looking like he’d spent the night wrestling a bear—hair wild, eyes bloodshot, hands shaking.

“Man, what happened to you?” the others asked.

“Daryl snores so loud, I just sat up and watched him all night,” Jim groaned.

The second night, it was Mike’s turn. By morning, he stumbled into breakfast looking even worse—like he’d aged ten years overnight.

“Dude, you okay?” the others asked, concerned.

“Man, that guy shakes the walls! I didn’t sleep a second—I just sat up and watched him all night.”

Then came Frank’s turn. Frank was a big, burly ex-football player—tough as nails, scared of nothing. The next morning, he strolled into breakfast looking fresh as a daisy, whistling a happy tune.

The others gawked at him. “Wait… what happened?! How are you so rested?”

Frank grinned. “Well, we got ready for bed, I tucked Daryl in nice and snug, patted his butt, and gave him a little goodnight kiss.”

He paused for effect.

“Daryl sat up and watched me all night.”