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This morning, one of my regular golfing days, I got up early, put on my long johns, dressed quietly, made coffee, grabbed my clubs, slipped quietly into the garage, loaded my clubs into the car and proceeded to back it 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 for a few minutes 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 huskily, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
She sleepily replied, 'I know. Can you believe my husband is out golfing in that sh1t?'
There was snow mixed with the rain and the wind was blowing 50 mph. I pulled back into the garage, turned on the radio for a few minutes 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 huskily, 'The weather out there is terrible.'
She sleepily replied, 'I know. Can you believe my husband is out golfing in that sh1t?'
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