It was garbage day here in the suburbs of western Japan. The middle-aged husband prepared to walk the block between the couple's two-story house to the curb. Anything else to toss out?
"That's all!" the wife said.
"But I keep forgetting to throw you out," the husband said.
"Go ahead, throw me out. With these looks, with my youth, someone will pick me up right away."
"Yeah, I guess someone would still pick you up,'' he said. "But for the guy who picks you up, the next garbage day probably won't come soon enough."
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