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My wife is non-stop around the house. She never slows down. She runs around picking things up off the floor with her toes while she dusts and cleans with her hands. Keeping up with her would be impossible.
Last weekend the NFL playoffs started. Thirty minutes into the first game, she whizzed past me on a cleaning spree and said "I don't know how you can just sit there on your ass all day!" I reminded her that "it may look like I'm idle, but as we speak, I'm making 20,000 sperm every hour." Hard work indeed. A man needs his rest. I'm not certain, but I think it was a shoe that hit me in the back of the head. Maybe a newspaper.
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My work here is nearly finished.
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