Snoop D-oh-double-g, Les Miles' home boy, probably got an invite to SlumberFest 08

Les Miles didn’t exactly pick out the Rolls Royce of air mattresses in anticipation of Hurricane Gustav.

End result? Miles roughed it out à la boyscout-summer-retreat-with-that-weird-chaperone-Dad style by sleeping on the cold hard floor.

“It deflated the entire time,” Miles said. “By the end of the night, I was laying flat on the floor. I didn’t sleep very much at all. The next night I said, ‘I’m done with that air mattress.’ I slept in my office.”

“All of our staff’s kids have just become great friends,” Miles added. “There’s no sleep curfew, and there’s a sleepover at all times.”

With such thrill and excitement of staying up late and telling scary stories, don’t expect LSU defensive end Tyson Jackson to end the late night fiestas and build an arc anytime soon.

“[He] said, ‘Listen, I’m not worth a dang at being a carpenter. I can’t drive nails through pieces of wood. The thing that I do best is play football, so let’s do that,’” Miles said of Jackson. “We took his lead.