Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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> HONEY,
2 P% W. S$ C  b/ W4 O6 k+ t> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
& F2 G1 w" W9 \8 R: K) Q: C& b> 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.
>
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6 G5 r; H& L& J2 X* ?' ~> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
, Z6 N; ]7 l7 a) Y7 P> I DON'T THINK SO
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3 l7 }) P8 c" g3 R" B> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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" a; k% h9 e. M9 r8 o> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
  A0 V: a' l& d' H* [4 Q$ D$ L> WANT TO FIX STEPS
* ^# _; ?. B% S+ \+ h4 E> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
6 z9 H) A7 j! ~6 M; d" _; C7 M> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
. ~: Y" M4 k/ `4 b> I DON'T THINK SO
) I+ a2 a- A  @  G: H, }# \> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
1 ~) n+ R2 ^4 W, y, c- R4 E  Z> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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6 X8 I9 T% x% F4 z: C, D6 X> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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. {, d+ u; N! c" t& P( c> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
' _3 g- j3 l0 ?3 B/ |6 l/ L> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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8 ^; P/ k: A" ~. \! v5 N> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
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' J9 Y, @' E5 h" x& N( y# v> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
8 @! k3 w$ j8 C> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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2 R: b/ m6 B- ~: z> 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
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> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
* B  t2 N+ ]# t) W) G> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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3 P# D6 l" t% R> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
( G1 {8 s6 m8 T' Z> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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