Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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3 {( ~! ?5 s& `' Q7 M9 ^> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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1 O; ?9 b7 N& z; i7 W6 v> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
3 i1 B) y" _/ D& Q5 D> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
/ a. ]  P$ m2 H; N7 \4 l> I DON'T THINK SO.
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  J) L5 ]3 h" T; I* I$ k* j+ W0 f> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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$ Z9 X( K' M+ ~7 d3 F% r+ ]> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
  m9 [, G1 ^( R& f8 z> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
. v: ?  W! [% l8 }> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
1 b! h. l$ u  z" J" k( Q3 v> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
7 p& o# P" j# l. k- j0 V) v> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! G: v9 f7 s2 ]$ u> I DON'T THINK SO
: ?3 K2 R- z  Z+ C; I9 {) T> 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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0 x" r  x: ^- {5 |5 v> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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& b  p' ]1 M" J3 D> 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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>
> 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
0 k' x5 ?' |& }0 |7 I# B% S> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
2 E5 S6 d  W, g; K4 L> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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: G  Y) W; c. S+ s> HE SAID,
* ~) i" l. h& A* @, D> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
$ H& F2 a! D$ N1 g! z> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
. Y% m- a+ B* o9 Q: k> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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