Drowsing contentedly after an afternoon of making love
in bed, suddenly there's the sound of a car pulling up
outside. Dreamily, the girl whispers, "Oh, oh, quick
get moving, that's my husband."
Quick as a flash, the man jumps out of bed, rushes to
the window and suddenly stops dead. "Hey, what d'ya
mean?" he bellows "I am your husband!"
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"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, therefore, is not an act, but a habit." - Aristotle