Saturday morning I got up early, quietly dressed, made my flask, and slipped quietly into the garage. I proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour. The wind was blowing 50 mph, so I pulled back into 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 a different anticipation, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
My 'loving' wife replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that?"
And that's how the fight started...
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How the fight started...........
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How the fight started...........
very good