Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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>
2 o2 q7 Q* J9 y> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
' U$ o3 b, A- y, j: x+ a) [> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
, R* Y; c& `0 k& p- j0 g> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
' D8 j3 D1 Q6 i6 ?, _0 q> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
: d0 o" ?7 A3 \0 p* ?7 E> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
( [5 |( M& Q, h> I DON'T THINK SO.
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: U0 L4 C2 s) G. P8 {/ P) H> FINE,
>
% u1 k7 W" e% D; v> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
4 L$ }( C& M, {  ~" S, N. B> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
' W* V( _1 C# \' n+ M, q> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
. w. o& ^5 r* E' U2 M9 J> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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, J" f$ F" N8 ?% D5 I> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
) _6 i! ?6 K" Q' c# y> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
9 }& |2 R- I7 O> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
9 X0 C+ K9 C' q3 _> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
1 }3 s8 u& j, B> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
9 F7 j5 B% O# b2 K' o3 J7 N, |2 M> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
; ]9 E6 p/ d" B6 Q! r: P> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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: z0 q. d. O. X6 l+ N2 u- }9 K; f4 U% ^> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
0 J6 Q+ O( x5 q7 t& w1 @. P8 |> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
% D3 P6 B4 c$ h9 k> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> 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
>
0 V* A- a  p& D! m' T& Q0 d> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
, f. d' L3 H) h> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
$ ?- N1 Q% n. k4 u: x0 x> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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& q4 |# M  ^3 |2 s) `/ v) I- O! d4 H> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
( M% r: q: ~  ]> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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$ S7 T8 ~5 e3 U: P/ y> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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* W4 V0 ]( Y) P& K& o8 ^8 x5 B> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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! ~& g$ _* C# m: X  o# x> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
4 P" d7 k4 ~/ B) l4 |0 A> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
) x. b/ q1 [3 l; }! `> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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