Saturday morning I got up early, dressed quietly, made my lunch, grabbed the dog, slipped quietly into the garage to hook the boat up to the ute, and proceeded to back out into a torrential downpour.

There was small hail mixed in 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 all 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 idea in mind, and whispered, "The weather out there is terrible".

She sleepily replied. "Can you believe my stupid husband is out fishing in that crap?".

Rick.

:devious: :devious:

Now Rick...

...That's what you get for staying out all night and coming in covered in dust with some story getting locked in a corn starch factory for the 52nd time...

Will

Good one there mate. That one had me grinning for a while.

Rick... You need some new material... I am pretty sure you told that one earlier this year.

That's FUNNY!!!!!!!!!!!!! Now it's your turn. Whisper another girls name in her ear the next time you're getting some.

Rick... You need some new material... I am pretty sure you told that one earlier this year.

Well, he did post it in March... :tapemouth

Thanks Lachlan,

Yair Jack, ..... you're absolutely right mate. ROFL

Rick.

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