The Fisherman
Saturday morning a fisherman gets up early, dresses quietly,
gets his lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the dog
and goes to the garage to hook up his boat to the truck and
head down to his favorite fishing area.
Coming out of his garage rain is 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, he returns to the garage. He comes back into
the house and turns the TV to the weather channel. He finds
it's going to be bad weather all day long, so he puts
his boat in the garage, quietly undresses and slips back
into bed.
There he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different
anticipation, and whispers, "The weather out there
is terrible."
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my
stupid husband is out fishing in that shit."
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