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'So, which one of you sleeps in the top bunk?'

Jogging Bottoms

"What, no day spa? And you call this a luxury bunker."

'Oh, no! The monster under my bed is my brother!'

"Hey Google, describe the view."

Monster fixing boy's car bed.

I'm not just jumping on the bed. I'm perfecting bedspring-cusion calasthentics!

'Marcie has her own way of cooking ribs low and slow--she takes them with her to the tanning salon.'

Safe harbour

'Well! Another near miss! Remind me not to listen to you next time you say it's okay to move in downstairs from a young family and that's not the reason the place was so cheap!'

'Could you guys do your bungee jumping somewhere else?'

When he runs out of beans, Lou discovers that civilization was not, after all, destroyed on January 1, 2001.

Four beds labelled modern, abstract, surreal and cartoon

Kid in bed to mom: How come third graders don't get a personal day?

'Are you sure now is the best time to buy an inflatable house?'

'And we don't discriminate against people of colour.'

"Well, that's the last of it, which means we just ate thirty years' worth of food in two weeks."

"Flip you for the top bunk."

'It's thundering, dad. Can I get under the bed with you?'

'Well, would ya' look at this. Typical movers! I sure hope the kids are OK.'

'I am preparing for 2013, and I suggest you do the same.'

"I've made more than 4000 bungy jumps without any physical damage to my body!"

"O.K., doomer."

"I'll stick to my survivalist bunker."

"I'll take the bottom bunk."

During the quieter periods, Lance and the boys would while away the hours by flicking bungee bands at passing aircraft.'

'Sorry we're late, we had trouble finding you.'

"When was this bed last serviced?"

'If global warming is real...how come your feet never get any warmer?'

Mother nailing child into bunk bed.

Spending too much time in bed.

'John was passionate about extreme sports...' (A coffin on a bungee rope plummets towards an open grave)

I trust you have planning permission! (Golfer in a bunker).

"No, I'm an ocologist, as in a cancer doctor. Not an on-call-ogist! Stop calling me!"