It was Monday.
Noah's wife went to see God.
'Is it going to rain today, Lord?'
'Where's Noah?' asked God. 'Man flu?'
'No, he plunged through a crevice on his way here; he's dead.'
'Oh, I am sorry.'
'Never mind. Rain?'
'Thirty per cent chance. Take a brolly if you go out.'
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