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Going fishing?
John, an avid fisherman, got up early one Saturday morning , dressed quietly, made his lunch and slipped quietly into the garage only to back out into a torrential down pour.
The wind was blowing at least 50 mph. He pulled into the garage, turned on
the radio and discovered that the weatherman had blown the call. The weather would be extremely bad throughout the day.
He went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped into
bed. There he cuddled up to his wife's back, now with a different
anticipation, and whispered, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
His loving wife of 10 yrs replied, 'Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?'
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