They say he can fell more trees in his sleep than a conscious man can in an entire lifetime.

He's the Slumberjack. Big, brawny and dog-tired. He's covered in hair from head to toe with a snore that could wake the dead. The dead-to-the-world, that is. Specifically his wife Shirley who usually just gives him a good shake and rolls him over.

He's a big fella who needs a big place to lay his weary head. The Slumberjack prefers a nest of potato chip crumbs and old BVDs, but a Big Cot will do in a pinch. He appreciates the reinforced steel guaranteed not to squeak, that is, unless Shirley is feeling frisky.

But despite his presumed surly demeanor, the Slumberjack is a true gentlemen, and he never kisses and tells.

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