Date:         Fri, 30 Apr 2004 07:30:31 -0700
Reply-To:     laurasdog@WEIRDSTUFFWEMAKE.COM
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From:         Steve Delanty <laurasdog@WEIRDSTUFFWEMAKE.COM>
Subject:      OT: friday
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One saturday morning, a fisherman gets up early, dresses quietly, packs his
lunch,
grabs the dog, and goes out to the garage to hook up his boat and go fishing.

Coming out of the garage, he is pounded by a torrential downpour of rain.
It's freezing cold with hail and sleet mixed with the rain and 50 mph gusts
of wind.

In disgust, he retreats back to the house and turns the TV on to the weather
channel. The forecast is for horrible weather all day long so he quietly
undresses
and slips back in to bed.
There, he cuddles up to his wife's back, now with a different kind of
anticipation
and whispers "The weather out there is terrible!". To which she sleepily
replies:
"I know, can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that shit?!"