Recently, during my morning run, I kept running into a woman being followed by four men.


I went home and complained to my wife: "Even during a run, she’s got a crew? I want to join."
My wife exploded: "She’s got four men, and you want to be the sixth?"
I replied: "With four men, I should be the fifth, so how did I become the sixth?"
My wife sneered: "Her husband is the first, and you all have to stay in the back."
I stubbornly said: "Maybe her husband is one of those four."
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