Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
8 v* o* m0 F" {9 p+ b> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
, l* B- w( K" b, ?* c1 O7 P> HONEY,
" Q: O! J# _6 }& f7 k/ ^" J' N> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
7 V7 X! G& W5 L+ r$ o/ k+ p+ P> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
* {8 \3 V+ Y8 ?/ }> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
; `4 N( U2 T; p" O. T: @> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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6 T1 j1 z2 [+ {2 s4 w> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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# N6 ]* m3 i+ I8 D- S, c7 m> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
0 e4 \+ B5 `- X( [2 W2 H> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
1 F* D5 H/ y6 p+ G0 y9 W; w: A> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
. s; v* s' Q1 w  K0 I- Y8 H( Y' Y$ f6 Z> I DON'T THINK SO
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( B9 m- U# b) i, E> FINE, SHE SAYS
' i3 e/ G3 s( s* f5 K> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
5 I$ n, M. b3 J+ b0 O> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
+ c! G4 B/ q! w0 N6 m) Y0 x/ ]! ?> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
/ q8 @/ O( D; i+ R0 [  @3 I0 I> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
% q1 U0 c5 ^: r: {> I DON'T THINK SO
" h3 K3 o$ a( v/ M. G- _2 g> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
6 z- W" Z! K* n  M0 J; p> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
! k  d2 z2 R6 e# z9 U; n> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
  e6 [4 {- R; J# R2 K# U> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
. ~" D$ S+ C8 \/ N/ X& l  U8 O" }* k> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
4 v( n1 L2 _* f; S> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
1 i1 ?( A+ o4 f9 ^$ h/ {; K: G> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
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>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
* f- {1 S' a  m! v# `1 V> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
3 j1 O; S  Z4 N* a' n> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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" M5 w0 I' z7 P% H$ J> SHE REPLIED,
( m6 g. E/ R# w( M. X) E# O> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
% _8 c1 e' d5 f9 m> ON MY FOREHEAD?
6 e/ m8 U* J) F5 @3 r  J> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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