Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
) d7 e7 @" m8 C> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
7 J& w' f6 B8 y$ S) }4 D+ r( N8 G> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
8 m, k- H; O8 ?: X* K& |4 S> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
9 A9 P2 a! z3 L> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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8 p2 @% K, v6 c; B' f> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
& }- I( Y5 z* {0 x' O$ p( l8 G> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
! {2 Z! h+ u( d0 @) h2 Z  ^* U' G> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
2 N6 ^  I* B0 A: u. H8 g> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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  [& \' E" O% A8 h> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
6 O: j! C; C0 h) b; v# z( _) n3 ?> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
7 D2 U8 q# E' ~* P+ g9 W> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
7 W& j2 U3 }& S7 ]# L> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
% z- q' ~7 N) U: R> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
1 y9 ?1 R8 t# |# g; Y) ~' I  j8 C> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
: V' L& y* h9 v; n> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
; x1 T7 u" K0 x+ F; W$ e> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> 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
. j$ x* R2 o3 V$ ~7 w/ y> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
4 ]5 y; c2 }. U> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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9 `. ~1 _( o0 T9 }; ^1 J* |' \, ~> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
) m& b6 ]) C$ B3 d> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
0 m" ~2 P: W' T# C7 p$ O> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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. I7 r/ Y5 _( M$ p% N4 L+ d: @( i> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
! @3 G. M! \& Q: n- _> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
) n' Z( p7 z. Z1 B) p9 X. [' p' j9 S> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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. |8 R' d5 |+ U8 ^: A> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
; x' t# {0 L& p- Z> SHE REPLIED,
# \3 B. `+ Y& X' H# j0 `> HELLOOOOO..
# M" d. k3 [7 \$ b> 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.