Four married guys go fishing…

Four married guys go fishing… After an hour, the following conversation took place:

**First guy:** “You have no idea what I had to do to be able to come out fishing this weekend. I had to promise my wife that I will paint every room in the house next weekend.”

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

**Third guy:** “Man, you both have it easy! I had to promise my wife that I will remodel the kitchen for her.”

They continue to fish when they realize that the fourth guy has not said a word. So they asked him, “You haven’t said anything about what you had to do to be able 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 off my alarm, gave the wife a nudge and said, ‘Fishing or Sex?’ and she said, ‘Wear sun-block.'”

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