Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
8 Y, F" L0 k& J4 D: z> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
: Y; @% o: i4 c: ]> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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* W% \$ w+ u  d: ?> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
  A7 k& u  C! c0 V# @. S9 _! O2 ^> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
5 Y) n9 |  V2 F& @" i$ F9 v& m, `> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
>
; z$ Q: C( x7 Q% v4 U2 o> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
5 _1 _5 O0 a  H! o4 X, X: H" i- k> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
/ |5 X+ ^4 s5 `0 z> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
4 S4 x( \; X3 O7 I% j> FINE, SHE SAYS
) h% f* L0 s8 |6 N/ y8 b> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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/ I  C* e6 |7 _& Q2 n> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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8 h& {/ T  V/ X> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
5 K* w+ e( |( g5 H6 {& _0 u7 b> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
- p* r8 O* l" h: G; E> I DON'T THINK SO
+ B; F7 u; I9 G) `3 F9 B' X> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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4 b6 h$ }# y6 a( k' G& Q/ ~  [4 |> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
: b! ?" N, K. j$ g4 {' m> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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5 @7 m8 |3 d+ O) l> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
4 @$ x& u1 I" U/ @! O> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
8 }8 G" y8 p4 O2 \& m1 ^  M' e> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
4 ?, ?6 y- D1 P9 V> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
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% C1 D$ }( Z9 l; q> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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" ?7 n5 F9 O0 O8 H> 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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7 W  \6 U5 X& K! o& _' n5 d+ g5 D> HE SAID,
% l3 r- s2 Z# ?# d( |  [3 ]> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
/ x) n( c0 Q3 I1 P6 S* Q> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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