Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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9 W# m$ V; g# a2 Y> HONEY,
" f6 {4 S: r! U( N' G  S" y" j$ \: g) g> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
5 Z& F1 @  X6 X: V3 L$ h# B4 h> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> 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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3 G- I; e: g" }: ]> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
: h9 D5 ]% U4 {8 c> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
- s% @) j" |, C& |6 ]> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
4 Z  }' g  @5 W9 `1 ?> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
9 @$ M) V4 G  |' W: y' `> I DON'T THINK SO
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& |, }; w% E+ Z$ U8 h0 n  W$ N> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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* {3 F# U8 q+ X# P; [> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
& Z& ^" G' H1 ]8 c3 b* o: F> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
) B( S2 J" H2 J> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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8 [; h% t/ x; [8 e> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
6 h3 b1 Y+ Q' b" w$ h> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
! E# B/ h' t* z* H6 w> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
  V; y. E" f( m, e7 w> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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) p# i& N% Y; i' Q% C: F> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> 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
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>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
) b/ B9 x* K" B> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
1 k) e% H8 }, x, Z5 Q6 I> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> 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.