Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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# ]0 Z; `4 @6 {> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
% w3 M" i* ~4 I- G! `) G> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
2 f, F5 ]# ?# W5 I> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
) N2 _: F1 R- N> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
+ X8 `/ C6 {. `$ b# m& n> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
0 x& R! C* ]: ?# W6 S! L> I DON'T THINK SO.
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! I+ i1 b  a/ A: {1 A/ x> FINE,
>
9 w9 V7 e* n) D1 u- {* ]% `> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
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> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
  h. Z; ]+ f2 `" V, v> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
1 N- M* m( `6 U! ^* F5 [> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
) g: I# Z. g8 N  O: d& ~: n> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
3 f/ M6 X# j  [6 N$ \! W$ Q" O> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
7 `2 Q) U1 H4 r  O/ ]. o> I DON'T THINK SO
; F+ X$ B0 J* U+ b3 {# ^2 g! F> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
2 u, R/ f' h1 Y! _1 d0 x0 K> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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1 |* C+ D# l3 B( K! v  y3 Q* J2 N> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
$ i5 m3 H6 R3 H: K: m> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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/ L3 J! T2 S6 R, X0 O> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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9 L+ w' ~, }1 p: m- {( `7 T> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> 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
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> 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,
$ q* p) O- K1 g! d& X! j> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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( r- l5 \/ u6 V& r4 L2 Z8 V> SHE REPLIED,
# y1 u9 @) J0 g& J" S/ h7 {> HELLOOOOO..
  X* u+ v: j9 X( [) p  H> 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.