Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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5 o& ]8 s) I# I! Y& A: E> HONEY,
9 w* D! a' }4 `/ {+ d> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
6 k$ M) T  A) t3 x2 ^> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
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> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
; [: y7 Y' g  j6 `> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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2 N# B5 u6 T6 @6 x" v5 l0 f> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
  Q: o- `+ V; A8 r6 }, _> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
0 W# o: F) p3 _% X> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
% X% x5 J1 C  ?5 d> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
4 k% j0 j3 E, c7 Q6 g> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
. {6 n: h8 @+ N. I+ P> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
4 I8 N: l4 s. s; A" t> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
# A" x% a* `8 P> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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. z9 d8 d; l1 Q& ?4 `, ^. u> I DON'T THINK SO
5 J5 b5 ~( g0 p& r& y! D> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
; W& `& O: D. _" ~> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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2 a+ Q1 t& K* h9 ^- Q; h: k+ x( u> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> 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
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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! m* N  c8 S* I. m# B* t3 r& c. J> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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" r) P9 o, L% e. O% w0 c> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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$ ^* F3 c1 n. |6 `( H! m> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
% y' A2 p6 L( s: F$ v1 u& g> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
" i, n' O( _: n6 v! b. a> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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$ t: a' D, H5 r> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
5 X6 F4 D. r- g# Y" E9 f: U> 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
5 N( R# A' ?- z' O& a> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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; X' D8 S5 e8 t2 j0 @. b% v- S> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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9 R7 k9 [' F* w6 O1 J> SHE REPLIED,
: Q% j9 X6 \1 H; K4 {> HELLOOOOO..
/ W# p! w# r; p( w1 j> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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- K+ ~: U5 y9 N% ~/ Q8 I( a# Q$ P> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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