I was coming back to bed this morning, laid down, and started complaining about my tush and how much it was hurting from my fall on the ice the other night. It was early, dark, and I just wanted to crawl back into bed after an early trip to the potty.

and from no where, Chandler raises up from the floor, and says: "well, it just gets better and better!"

What the? "where did he come from Matt? Has he been there the whole time?"