Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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3 U( c. u; K* S2 z2 B# h; p> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
. \8 P& \- Z0 s, t8 P> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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8 j6 B: Y/ H/ g3 }> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
1 V/ S5 {* z% P8 g8 h' d4 V> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
' T( l' {, }8 p$ W2 I( L8 Z9 V> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
% @) }1 F  a* e) Y: b$ t> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
5 z5 R  R5 K2 l> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
3 E  Q7 J% ^# n1 M( k> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
% _9 i( _. f7 x$ j3 M% B% R1 W> I DON'T THINK SO
>
, e# e5 b% b: K8 i/ z- Y/ ~> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
2 [! N) y! O( F$ F5 C4 m1 D> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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! J' C4 S' Q' d( {> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
+ n8 |* @" T* ]% x6 y) I4 N> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
5 Q/ i' _( I/ N( R) b# f> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
- N# p5 x* Y" _- Z- B# z" N/ q6 N0 d> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
% \% s' V% U+ E$ o' B# ~> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
/ m9 V" {5 i, H' y> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
* d. B+ a! w4 v! d> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
6 ]( s+ \& J; Q7 A- x> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
7 ^) M! R4 S2 S. P+ I* o8 X% v# u> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
3 J2 X! k9 w7 G, z) D. D1 x  p$ s> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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8 r9 {/ P9 _) \% r- z> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
6 {* r* b& Q% s! t' `> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
. r  a* h9 x1 {3 t% o9 E> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
( d% h% _" X6 f* F% P9 o/ n6 U> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
9 w% Y- I8 \# d> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
% y7 W" A( O) g, Y: [; D5 G> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
& R8 W" P+ ~! s+ U> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
5 N0 k7 Y# Z5 K> SHE REPLIED,
1 p3 a! y# v1 r! o* |$ r$ B$ M- e> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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& G. a+ ?- |/ n! R# q> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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