Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
8 n) Q2 F9 y& U. Q  U: o> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
; e! X8 w. O( H9 b. j$ v) f> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
% t- w% D3 r* |- _5 t> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
* t$ n+ i1 R- A9 C8 c* g> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
9 U1 Z( U* w% d> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
% [3 @; n: V9 S7 y5 E6 U: t, U2 a0 {> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
>
" i/ t& }! M$ i" T# n' r/ J# f> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
$ ]  ?- W4 c$ c* H+ q; h> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
7 S5 v! E( h, H; W' X>
9 c  _+ r' [+ O# L> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
) C; p5 O0 L$ }# [. G% ?7 ~+ j$ D> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! F* h) F( _; E' H> I DON'T THINK SO
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3 d  b/ R$ H" U/ E$ A> FINE, SHE SAYS
> 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
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: b2 H1 t1 q' v! W  |" S, k' a> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
: e- D/ P2 G1 Q# p# r5 a> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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. N2 }! w0 f5 u5 }* U6 O* ?> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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: y2 a8 @# G, T* j8 T! E> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
9 S2 v" n' s, T+ Z> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
: G- [: @! `9 L7 K# T+ E> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
2 u7 p4 ?/ s6 [" ]4 y# W> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
. [: r$ y$ E) K& I0 n5 t> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
( L. i' s+ M. ]8 \" D> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
7 @4 i  E7 j- Z  \( |; g/ B> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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  W  k& p  K& X$ T0 W> HE SAID,
0 y5 v6 v  w" |# S5 F> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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3 U( d5 |2 j  A9 I7 C0 U" u> SHE REPLIED,
9 `" ?8 X4 @9 l0 N- r  L> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
# [& A/ j& C* I7 o: i1 N% m3 K: ?> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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