Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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# s# {  L  O0 e> HONEY,
: K: S. a7 `7 j1 f- W> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> 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?
! n: o; c% O! T. V> I DON'T THINK SO.
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: i. \, u7 `9 I; r2 G3 B> FINE,
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  y+ w% Z4 B% h6 G& P" q> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
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> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ h& \. e& O  g0 R> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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& ]2 [& \5 m) m3 {> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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2 [  O1 l' g, k$ @& S3 Z- m. x3 ?& h> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
& t3 R7 V7 [6 h/ A( I> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
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> TO GO HOME
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; F1 }4 v7 A6 i  l; l+ W( ]6 L> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
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>
/ a% g/ V+ A8 t* I# Q> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
' \$ G0 b# k9 F% |! a) x> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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1 `0 }/ f* K: c' Y( }' m& W> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
: |2 h1 k8 }7 l- h, s> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
) w# g" ], q6 |( \0 d4 R6 j> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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