Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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> HONEY,
' X- s6 l! ?' `# E) f> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
/ z' c5 X6 ]' v( v1 f1 ~2 Q> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
1 c3 \$ k" r3 K& T( x9 b6 ^9 ?  [( {> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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  q" M/ B% V8 C* m> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
, |. u) v% J* v+ @& b> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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! C- g1 k% i: F9 }, o' f+ F, o" l> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
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. A& a: C4 _# J3 T5 r# V& I> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
& w9 S" G: |6 \% b  r> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
5 c1 f  q/ t: A$ p" V8 q> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
: M$ i) h8 Y' R+ f& N2 P> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
/ Z0 i' Y# r1 s$ g% f) |0 D> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
% N7 s8 W. T1 j> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
4 a9 p, E/ \5 `> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
% V; n3 C& x% Q& e% H> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
% A) Z7 \0 ]2 b> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
> 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
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
/ O- q- A' n- v2 w& }* T> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
) F9 E: J9 i1 t( j> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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  y/ B" G+ g$ L* q- R9 G0 u/ y* P> 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,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
1 E8 q7 G# |( L2 o# M2 N0 x> SHE REPLIED,
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> 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.