Saturday morning I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly,
>>made my lunch, grabbed my shotgun and the dog, slipped quietly into the
>>garage to load the truck, and proceeded to back out into a torrential
>>downpour. There was snow mixed with the rain, and the wind was blowing 50
>>mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio, and discovered
>>that the weather would be bad throughout the day.
>>I went back into the house, quietly undressed, and slipped back into bed.
>>There I cuddled up to my wife's back, now with a different anticipation,
>>and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible."
>>She sleepily replied, "Can you believe my stupid husband is out hunting in
>>that shit?"
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