Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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>
, Z* g( T0 s* b- B> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
6 t8 h) w0 ^; \" ]+ v5 n> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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7 S2 L7 a8 k7 Z0 d1 e* ]! X/ J> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
5 W, I+ Q1 @8 h2 I' {0 V5 }> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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: d2 B/ ]5 E1 d1 X; j; y* w9 f0 q4 C' S9 s> I DON'T THINK SO.
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$ `! {- w: v! P" {> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
$ Q6 u4 S2 {$ P% q1 q! P> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
4 s( b; k8 x7 ^( a9 ^> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
0 p  T5 o) a, D4 [> I DON'T THINK SO
>
& m8 i0 h6 v* s6 E0 `1 I" x> 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
+ ?1 H1 ~+ N  R> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
' G# x( Y6 w9 n" Q+ x5 |2 r> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
- h% v6 _3 c! Y1 o6 s' K, F& V> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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6 ?5 u/ B: }( l' Z, l& a, ]5 a> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
+ E) p6 ^: {7 |% y> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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  T1 Q" h  S0 t! F* }: U/ Y! }> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> 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.
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7 S, E* `9 G6 L( O: q) }' c> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
5 ^! w4 A- D4 {/ d5 k> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
6 w3 A4 k  l6 S; l+ a8 V> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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4 m$ ]6 Y1 z  ^> 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,
8 y$ N! P) N7 p3 f+ [) F> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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8 y/ e3 h$ \+ Q" Y# m7 Q> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
. T- B/ r6 H4 O( m; n7 `' X> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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