Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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> HONEY,
, |# ~: A) E8 z1 `1 V+ g# m> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
/ g# t2 n7 o* T4 @/ T6 M> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
$ [4 B! o4 z( Q) o. s0 h' G: p) c) ]> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
8 Q- V' f- \; w0 O4 n$ l. q> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
9 N8 E& l6 Z! q. L1 Y7 S9 r. p> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
" D$ k; E: m" x& H5 C> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> 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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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
8 L# o, n  i7 E- m% ^$ X9 Y> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
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> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
- }% P& g% [6 O4 N: z  B8 V: A) `  l> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
0 H7 M, b4 Y& Z! W( S- Z> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
/ [8 y7 K3 O6 G( L5 w" F, c> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
$ S+ b# J: Q2 T3 t  n) v2 h2 |> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
5 G* u; K  l7 w! g* \/ U> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
$ X5 Z8 H0 c; X9 ~4 U> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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& l% X# X7 E9 V4 P  d> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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' I  O9 }9 V) j( `9 C2 m( F> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
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5 G& ?  N& }4 z% z; Z' ]& C> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
4 {$ j4 o1 b6 Z> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
. j9 m( n& U" }! n6 V  O% N# V> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
* x# I  _; O; i/ F4 o> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
% X9 x5 _. O# c; r; b( X> SHE REPLIED,
+ Q. D- X; V0 c> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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