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Saturday morningh I got up early,

quietly dressed, made my lunch,

and slipped quietly into tje garage.

I hooked up the boat to the van

and proceeded to back out into a 

torrential downpour. The wind was 

blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back intio the garage,

turned on the radio, and discovered that

the weather would be bad all day.

I went back into the house, quietly undressed,

and slipped back into bed. I cuddled up to

my wife's back: now with different anticipation,

and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."

My loving wife of 5 years replied,"And can you believe

my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"

And that's how the fight started........



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