Four married guys went fishing together.

Four married guys went fishing together. After an hour, this conversation took place:

First guy: “You wouldn’t believe what I had to do to come fishing this weekend. I had to promise my wife that I’d paint every room in the house next weekend.”

Second guy: “That’s nothing. I had to promise my wife I’d build her a new deck for the pool.”

Third guy: “You both have it easy! I had to promise my wife I’d remodel the kitchen for her.”

They continue to fish and realize the fourth guy hasn’t said a word. So they ask him, “You haven’t mentioned what you had to do to come fishing this weekend. What’s the deal?”

Fourth guy: “I just set my alarm for 5:30 am. When it went off, I shut it off, nudged my wife, and said, ‘Fishing or sex?’ She said, ‘Wear sunscreen.’”

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