Bed or Cake

propeller

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
4 L5 G! X% A' q9 q7 V7 S/ F> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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! L3 z0 o* H  a2 C9 q* [9 {> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
8 b9 S) C7 x% K0 ^5 D> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
3 O4 ~0 m. G5 L$ r> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
/ }2 `! A1 E: C" ~> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
5 C7 {' f+ t$ @3 |& F) G0 p" }> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
1 o- T0 {$ R" X8 p) J0 ]> I DON'T THINK SO
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' ?$ x6 \% B6 U  @- X> FINE, SHE SAYS
4 j+ }7 N3 P- J! e' e- O4 k3 l% n> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
+ H4 }5 o( |8 _( F: z! M3 \4 [> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
/ S3 x: Y" j* k> WANT TO FIX STEPS
! j% c! L# H/ i4 x% p1 A7 a> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
% K0 E, O" s) @3 S> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! v4 g5 ?; M5 f9 R> I DON'T THINK SO
4 V& d9 ^2 I4 X$ {# z, k$ j; N> 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...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
$ G/ v1 y- _2 U4 A> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
9 M' R+ O' j5 J& _* m0 X> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
. \3 o% g% V  O; B; d4 u7 r) V> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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. \$ V- o' K. j: Q; P, C) k" c# D> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
1 p7 p+ B4 O7 |- x: X5 W- z> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
4 R5 p* {* s7 N& ]> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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& A" s* u5 ]5 `6 q9 s8 K> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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( L) v6 C$ W! J0 ~, q" E> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
& V8 K' ~/ Z* _" e  F. M7 _> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
& V: L0 i8 E: o0 `6 V" I  ]& `# j> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
$ i* m7 @. ~6 @* |! f3 I/ ]> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
; c$ v! z- r. J> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
# @) {: W+ Z$ [  \- w6 _/ a: v> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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