Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
; k7 I! Z4 ]5 s> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: Y/ D  _3 c$ S- I; _) n- q> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
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- v( ~9 h  ]' U- X% h% J> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
0 v, p2 z9 a1 j  D' k6 V> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
) ?: J# G" D) S3 X+ F& i> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
# P/ I( U. j& K) `> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ u$ Z& G6 F& ?6 T* x> I DON'T THINK SO
>
. J9 X5 q5 C6 Q) k2 k2 S* u; X. y> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
0 M! q& k$ j& {2 |/ J$ e! q4 _4 `> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
0 c( V+ g9 t5 S# a> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
4 N4 M, U( }! F6 f1 W# Z> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
. n: {& }- C& }4 H/ S> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
& G* k6 _1 Z- U+ S, h> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
$ n, D. Q8 B+ i> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
; W' ~+ @) z3 `& w' v% i# z' `> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
0 y6 i" {" S) t! c: U' |9 e> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
& e6 v% E5 P" L* P3 b$ ]$ a> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
% Q# x/ N$ r2 ~> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
- k( S% D' a3 ]; c7 n& b> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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" M( N$ W, ]' ]' H3 }> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
# z3 T" C. ~0 S, \4 O( r> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
6 l" V& B, M: ], L6 N> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
$ {. C! y6 d6 P8 C> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
3 l6 ?7 k) y% \9 |7 d9 @> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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5 _- r3 \9 k1 A4 Q* J# R6 K0 u> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
  v9 T  S- X, T8 w> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
+ y- j+ O; W0 m# w& S2 e> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

Went bed with him? It must be a nicer experience.