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A man gets up early Sunday morning.
He goes downstairs, puts on his bike gear, takes his bike in the garage, but when he opens the door he notices it is pouring. Bummed out, he puts his bike back, undresses, goes back upstairs and crawls back under the sheets, spoons his wife and whispers: “Awful weather outside” And his wife goes: “Ha ha ha and to think my husband is out there on his bike right now”
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