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Fishing (a real oldie)
Saturday morning I got up early. I put on my long johns. I dressed quietly.
I got my lunch made, grabbed the dog and went to the garage to hook up the boat to
the truck.
As I came out the garage I could see the rain pouring down. It is like a torrential downpour.
There is snow mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph.
Minutes later, I returned to the garage. I came back into house and turned the
TV to the weather channel. I find it's going to be bad weather all day long, so
I put the boat back in the garage, quietly undressed and slipped back into bed.
There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation, and
whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believemy dumb-ass husband is out
fishing in that shit?"
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