I woke up pretty early today, put on my pants, and after dressing slowly, I prepared myself a coffee, grabbed my golf sticks, and quietly headed for the garage, I didn’t wish to awake my wife. I loaded my golf sticks onto my car and began to pull back out of the garage only to find out it was raining cats and dogs outside!! The whole street was flooded while a chilly –unpleasantly cold- wind blew at 100 kilometers per hour. Gusts like I’ve never seen before.
I decided to cancel my routine today and parked the car back into the garage, tuned a radio station to find out with disappointment and frustration this weather would last all day… I got again into my house, took off my clothes silently so I wouldn’t awake my wife, and slid off under the sheets.
As I slowly began to cuddle against her back, put a hand on her little ass cheek and whispered to her ear:
“Darling, weather outside is damn terrible.”
She replied still somnolent, sleepy:
“I do know that!! You won’t believe my husband is a real asshole who's gone to play golf?”
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Note: this moral is aimed at those husbands who still get up early in the mornings to go running, walk, go to the gym, shopping, or go to work, and the like.
YOU JUST KEEP ON GETTING UP EARLY TO EXERCISE... CHEER UP, IT'S OK!!
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Stupid Marcos
