Two older gentlemen have fished by the same stretch of river year in year out, every day without fail. Then one day one of them does not appear. The following day things are back to normal, both men sitting there together.
"I missed you yesterday. Where were you, were you ill?"
"Nope, not ill. I got married."
"Married? My goodness, she must be a real beauty for you to miss a day of fishing."
"No, not really, most people describe her as ugly as sin."
"Oh. OK, well she must be a real kind lady for you to miss a day of fishing."
"I don't think so. She appears to have very few friends. Her family has disowned her, none of them turned up at the wedding."
"Oh. Well, she must be a quiet, gentle soul for you to miss a day of fishing for her."
"Not really, all the people who do know her describe her as aggressive and cantankerous."
"Gosh. Well she must be a great cook for you to miss a day of fishing for her."
"Can't cook. She can't even make beans on toast."
"Is she great in the sack, then? She must be for you to miss a day of fishing."
"I don't know. We’ve agreed to sleep in separate rooms at opposite ends of the house."
"Well, then, surely she's loaded? She must at least be rich for you to miss a day of fishing."
"Oddly enough she's penniless, and I had to agree to pay off all her debts."
"Good grief, man! So what is it about this woman? It must be something for you to miss a day of fishing."
"She's got worms."