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Six blokes go on a hunting trip. Their tents only have room for two men in each.

No one wanted to sleep in the same tent as Daryl because he snored so badly. They decided it wasn't fair for just one of them share with Daryl the whole time, so they decided to take turns.

The first bloke to sleep in Daryl's tent comes to breakfast the next morning with his hair a mess and his eyes bloodshot.

His mates ask, “Crikey, what happened?”

He answers, “Daryl snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”

The next night it was a different bloke's turn.

The following morning, same thing, his hair is all standing up and his eyes are bloodshot.

His mates ask, “Geez, what happened to you? You look awful!”

He says, “Bloody Daryl shakes the roof. I just sat and watched him all night, I couldn't sleep.”

The third night was Frank's turn. Frank was a big, burly, ex-footballer; a man's man. The next morning he comes to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy-tailed.

“Good morning,” he says cheerfully.

His mates can't believe it.

They ask, “Blimey, what happened?”

Frank says, “Well, we got ready for bed. I went and tucked Daryl into bed and kissed him good night. Then Daryl sat up and watched ME all night.”
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