The Four Bears

I swear to God, no one in this household has caught on to the fact that we all have assigned sleeping space! It's like musical beds around here!

Son #2: I don't know what happened, me and my buddy were up at the Brass Rail, and I went to bed in my room and set the alarm, but when I woke up I was in (#1)'s bed and I don't know how I got there!

It's called alcohol, baby. Thank God your brother was in Arizona because I don't think he'd have appreciated your company.

I used to affectionately call home Poverty Flats. No more. Jackass Acres it is!