"My name is Ken... and I'm a snorer."
"Hi, Ken."
Yes, that's right. I snore. Now the weird thing is, I never did before. Nobody I've slept with or near has complained about my snoring or told me I snore - I've even asked! But now, for some strange reason, when I'm with Vicky, I snore!
How could this be? How can it just start up? Age? Weight? Not smoking enough? I don't know!
But I'm going to look into it - get a tracheotomy - something!
So, if any of you out there snore, or love someone who does (in case we get on Jerry), let me know how you overcome it, fix it... kill it!
Meanwhile.... zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....
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