Hunting, Sort of...


Shelia walked into the kitchen to find her husband, Fred, stalking around with a fly swatter.

"And what are we doing?" she asked.


"Hunting flies" he responded.


"Oh? Killing any?" she asked, with a smirk.


"Yep! Got 4 males, 3 Females," he replied.


Intrigued, she asked. "How the heck can you tell?"


"Simple." He replied, "4 were on a beer can, 3 were on the phone."

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