Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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>
> HONEY,
* }) o3 ?) b$ a! u& b" k: v4 R# p> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
. U" A9 A  F' l> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
" k2 |3 `1 M3 r/ f2 h: \6 b> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ X) T2 k% L$ [! _( B> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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" L. e( [8 l% I  d0 r$ V- d2 C- C- F> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
* Z; ]2 K  J( I* W7 c5 _# \> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
; M, Z% E. m' v; G> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
( X) H% v. |: x* F. L. P  y1 e+ K1 @) n> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
2 t, d% a; J7 H/ q4 @> WANT TO FIX STEPS
+ [  X/ f+ {& u  n3 i> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
  R+ f( x( D& O1 g, o> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> 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
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8 F. N1 ?  Q# |, i2 }# X- }4 q4 F> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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% S+ {1 ?% s+ E; e: W> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
. |7 }) N8 O6 {8 b) B> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
2 ~$ R- V+ T0 S# y! Z) |/ W> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
& N6 l/ v9 j- t- A9 z8 Z> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
3 L8 ?+ H6 ~& R4 b" A' v  e# b> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
: b. S/ K$ y" E7 V" @> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
: t- s" ?2 M/ V- j& S8 t5 T4 o> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> 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.