Not only does he not know what a joke is, he's also suspected of not being able to read short words in thread titles. Poor sausage.

A bloke is a mad-keen cyclist and he goes out every Saturday morning without fail for a 50-mile ride. One Saturday morning he creeps out of bed so as not to wake his missus and gets geared up, but when he opens the back door to get his bike out he sees a driving blizzard, a howling gale and three-foot snowdrifts. Normally, this doesn't faze him and he'd go anyway, but this morning he's feeling his age a bit, so, just for once, he changes his mind, takes off his cycling gear and creeps back into bed.

He starts to feel a bit amorous so he starts caressing and cuddling his missus.

She responds appreciatively and says to him sleepily, "Can you believe that my husband would go out on his bike in this crap..."