Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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1 b" K- M  L6 L2 ~> HONEY,
2 ]& f5 v4 ?, X3 d, l( G> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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" f% u# I# d: S/ t> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
/ _- g+ ^) F1 p3 l6 e* Z2 A> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
  ~+ _5 Q$ F, ~, ]5 n9 x> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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: `4 Y9 J4 d& x' ^. J> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
( k0 a7 z( w* p8 g> FINE,
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3 d. A8 ~7 f! z; C6 H- w7 K> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
0 h1 y! b# f( h' G9 D> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
& u2 r0 p6 y5 v/ b> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
, I5 w- z3 C* Y9 v6 U5 j  S2 P& a> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
1 ]. ]* S9 D  R2 X# j> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
( }. H) Y* u7 o! I; x> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
/ E5 S  {; V+ f& y. U> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
4 ?3 ^' c& P6 C8 s+ p  v> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
1 F% }5 |" ~# t! a! }: e8 S> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
( ?: P3 K+ Y8 y. }1 W7 C> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
1 ]8 h. k( Y' i2 k" b* r% t> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
& \0 j7 {$ }1 D* k, h/ Z> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
9 g3 }4 ~! T3 M> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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& |) p' K, v' ?/ U> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
1 M, ^# b1 N* I# k5 G> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
3 k  g) o$ l$ U: p3 L' N8 `0 O> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
0 K2 u2 t+ g% g! I" i; l5 ]8 w> HE SAID,
1 q: X+ [/ W5 `$ V- u6 C> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
! @8 L6 d  T! I6 p9 n( H  S' A+ u> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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