Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
5 x  t# |' a* ?) p8 o$ S> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
9 d" m7 z+ S7 [( r5 v) n> 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?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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1 [( b0 M% _$ l  Q$ u9 i9 x- T> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
/ J  f3 U( |1 O* t" M9 E: v- p/ O> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
2 u' q2 Z) Q3 u3 l) k, P> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
, g0 r8 y0 b* q3 ]4 ]/ j. U> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
" Q' Q# S2 Q" r% l0 n> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
, E, Y* b$ t  i: c/ r& Q> I DON'T THINK SO
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3 H0 d$ F- V" P& G* T# w+ H: Y> FINE, SHE SAYS
" v9 g) h# W3 a7 B. _+ }% k> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
  l& H5 N$ R! S1 d! J> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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$ g! x/ j+ n0 _> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
- c" h" F* t* j! U/ F" n> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
/ r/ [6 ?  h; ^, `8 i> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
* c5 A! z( p8 ~: q" P> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
; a0 s* q$ x4 |/ f' D0 g> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
4 ^1 A2 ]/ l! N> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
3 z( Q) d, l, K9 J2 W6 d8 N0 ~1 m> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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2 p" [! l; x/ Y: d> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
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> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
4 \, P- x; @9 Z: n> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
3 g' ]: r# E2 l2 B$ Q7 ?* |> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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( f+ t/ p: r0 Y% j> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
' a/ M# Q: Q; G3 T! k5 {> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
$ x8 V4 ~/ ~* B5 `, q0 K* A# ^> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
( C$ `5 j, r! W( X: {> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
( R; T' B. z" F) M> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
7 w; z. q% O2 n8 L> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
) v* @$ n# h- g9 _( I( x0 P> HELLOOOOO..
! H' D+ C: Q$ P- B& x5 e> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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: _; _8 e, {4 ]% \9 i  l> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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