Bed or Cake

propeller

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
# h; ~* C' C. n4 m0 v8 @1 W" ^> HONEY,
. ~# Z8 D( _; f2 r' W' R* H( D: H> 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,
* Z, v3 Q0 v3 M# e$ H" |! R> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
- }" ]( c; u3 |+ h> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
: R, s4 l1 O: G> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
1 F) o: k: v% k# G9 |> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
; z+ f- a+ a8 ?. P' _% E7 b> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
. ^: I5 A+ y; v# [/ s3 J> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
# f1 M, P7 t1 f/ s0 c. E> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
, s# r9 }" l" _; C1 A0 a1 Q> I DON'T THINK SO
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+ p  h# D! f1 O/ j( U> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
# @" C9 d0 J6 s# U2 b! Z> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
8 ?3 z( w# W+ b> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
+ a7 j( j" a! ~" J) L+ D! d> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
1 {2 l* S# B4 X1 j9 e> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
5 ^' D/ l1 {: E% U; M> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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3 u  V. F, E' Y& @% V. O> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
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> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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5 G- r! ?" \" R/ e8 U5 n# F> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
: Z* f1 g* ?+ c! \- Q+ h> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
% B9 h4 o! Z& }* r) o/ ]# X+ B1 v> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
6 A8 J0 K, t, R( V( i7 j- c> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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( v* A3 ^% E- E  z5 |# y3 a+ N> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
( `6 y# L# j! L/ d8 B8 s8 k# T> ON MY FOREHEAD?
# k1 y# }4 |6 B$ d9 L0 w+ e> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

Went bed with him? It must be a nicer experience.