Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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2 C' I8 ?- q- e* K5 e; P9 ^> HONEY,
3 k9 H( _* Q" ?  @% v1 w> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
3 n$ ?% f; N4 L& `3 g( T/ ~> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
- G, f+ v' D4 D! y" ~! H- a> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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# P3 f0 M  j8 L3 s7 o> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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! m5 C, O5 G, l> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
1 _, a9 h5 F8 W/ E* B# n6 X0 N> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
: d! z8 R2 J1 q4 q* c2 q2 u> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
# X) `) z9 r& a& ^1 H> I DON'T THINK SO
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7 v5 o% O& z& B> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
$ q3 b& C* |, J1 Z> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
0 D% V+ q+ b; u> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
9 t3 H0 F9 G2 B9 a> WANT TO FIX STEPS
/ z9 L; ]1 i) i( L> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
2 E- w0 ]( A& O' w! q' U/ L> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
3 w+ k2 h7 y% P4 o4 E# X$ ~/ m> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
8 Y* F# u% z. f% u1 G; L> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
/ y2 F6 W1 }7 }# f> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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. c! E: s: `5 Q6 n7 C> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
5 a2 `5 H+ R- L- u! L% ]> 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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. G! z+ O* }$ S, c. S! W> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
7 ]+ [; W& D7 _5 Y( N> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> 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
4 i1 C- p/ s  M# T4 k> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
0 U) e" I3 W% s. k& @" i4 {* I6 |> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
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' e& Q3 b" d; q) w8 v1 q> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
# D/ `5 u/ I7 f2 r: s> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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- \9 o( ], g7 @> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
3 P( t7 [8 d& I: M9 z> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
  i1 w( G3 Q  ]8 c> 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.