That hardly sounds like fun to me. And it's been documented:
And while I’m at it, let me point out that I’m not crazy about King Size either. Why is it either regular (i.e., totally not enough) or King Size (i.e., embarrassing to be seen with in public)? How about something in the middle? And why only “King” and not "Queen"? I don’t know about you, but I’ve seen a lot of fat ass Queens in my days. And Queen size panty hose? Enormous!
I propose a simple candy bar hierarchy – King, Queen, Prince. What a great idea! And the beauty is that we can safely assume that most people selecting the King Size candy bar would also select (ok, require) a king size bed. Oh the logic and simplicity! The same could be true for the Queen. But, oh wait, the Prince. Uh, hmm… nope, no Prince size bed. It's full, isn't it? What the hell is full? What exactly is filling these beds?
This reminds me of a deck of cards. Sure, there’s a King and Queen. But no Prince, no Full. Just a Jack. Jack???
Ugh, why does everything have to be so complicated!? Why can’t my deck of cards include a Full? Why can’t I sleep on a Jack size bed if I damn well please? And why can't I have a Queen size candy bar?!
Sheesh! Ok . . . I'm calming down now. Sorry, I hope I didn't spook you too much. Anyway, Happy Halloween! (But if you notice that Halloween isn't quite as fun this year, it's totally because of the "not so" fun size candy bars. That's all I'm sayin'.)
