Saturday morning, a deer hunter gets up early, dresses quietly, gets his
lunch made, puts on his long johns, grabs the gun, and goes to the
garage to warm up his truck and head down to his favorite hunting area.
He backs his truck out of the garage and discovers the rain is really
pouring down. It is a torrential downpour. There is also some snow
mixed in with the rain, and the wind is blowing 50 mph. 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 minutes later, he puts his
truck 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 really terrible".
To which she sleepily replies, "Can you believe my stupid [arse] husband is
out hunting in that [shiz]?"
