Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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8 Z# ^- Y+ u+ v: B> HONEY,
9 b8 T3 `/ ]) I: |0 ?4 j* z> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
, ?9 m( K0 k3 F) v! q$ ~$ L2 {, |> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
- }( T: p5 L1 u. @* f: f> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
- n2 v, h" o* V' O> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
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1 C0 d! a6 J' S% j$ U* Y# R> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
* W0 i" @8 C1 M5 f1 M9 u, t> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
7 T) y( f) C5 x> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
" f8 k; C4 d9 h3 N; Z> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
5 S% a; [) r% Q* z> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
4 Z8 V8 M# j) c> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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$ c% N0 X& X! j$ |> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
5 O; [$ x- [$ ?  B> WANT TO FIX STEPS
9 d# g# b+ x( t1 F/ G- A2 _> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
/ C2 k7 ]2 E# Q% _2 X> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
- ~1 v# N2 E4 a; [0 i* f. O> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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) e0 J* Z  p# N6 }> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
/ }8 P, H" K9 \* {, L, e> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
1 G/ }* R; A7 m7 J> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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4 ^; a; w) x" |' J2 l+ g( T* i! w> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
4 i) S8 A; j$ j% E. L( f/ b> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
+ y! U- j! p, [& U> 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
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> 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
' f1 D# q* p9 r6 q+ t> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
5 p. j7 I3 a1 x2 f> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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* ?( D- o+ e/ s3 |% z* q$ c7 H% k> HE SAID,
. ]+ }! ?- v9 N> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
$ @# d9 n3 b9 i  V& x' \8 O! Y, M% x> HELLOOOOO..
: D3 D2 s) p3 w8 o6 G> 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.