"Do you really believe your husband when he tells you he goes fishing every
weekend?" asked Jane's best friend.
"Why shouldn't I?" Jane inquired.
"Well, maybe he is having an affair?"
"No way, he returns every time without any fish..."
Henry's son, David, burst into the house, crying. His mother asked him what
the problem was.
"Daddy and I were fishing, and he hooked a giant fish. Really big. Then,
while he was reeling it in, the line busted and the fish got away."
"Now come on, David," his mother said, "a big boy like you shouldn't be
crying about an accident like that. You should have just laughed it off."
"But that's just what I did, mommy."
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