Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
' u8 f( [, ~$ h! P$ w> HONEY,
) ~8 K  O8 N! f% B& r6 y> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
# V9 Z/ o! H# U+ ]9 C2 p; ?, M9 S> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
6 s6 `- r, N4 y& T> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
+ n6 b. [  q; n5 Q% J: X" t> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
5 _# t# G  O7 |# f" |2 ^> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
8 h- r2 e4 k0 y( b! Y" _> FINE,
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. F5 L9 Z3 T6 Y4 h0 y3 C7 [> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
: U* E) j2 e" P: K( J) M> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
( H% c# ?5 x" S3 B, n0 w. M> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
2 ~* ?( N3 L: O) b! w' H* C8 Y> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
. `5 x6 \9 h) y2 t> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
/ `! g  P/ }8 B$ k; t: h) F> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
# ]: \0 J) I/ x; n' o' ^> 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
/ T$ s8 H% A0 e- \) W> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
( ~& n( f; E7 k3 Z$ x1 ~6 G: n> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
2 P: D2 ^- X. g% i* a9 L' z, `! e> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
# ~5 m/ z& R8 w+ o- K% Y> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
* l( Z' _& U: Y( j> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
4 D* @- D( n3 U$ k5 D6 p> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
. g  U% @: ^& G9 W> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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5 o: v% x* v( s/ i4 T) u" P> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
+ s; u2 U! l9 S( h> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
, p- G$ {5 ~# g- x7 ~4 N3 H4 p' N; F> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
& ^' J3 ?3 \" d7 {$ L9 F# U9 Q> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
- @; |5 C" b! n: d, @% W, j* ?/ W> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
; }( P( y: a' Y7 c( t/ C> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
, m) m5 {5 C, p: ?/ h- S> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
+ V. e3 l7 B3 D8 i> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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) m  `! L& ^+ m5 E" @8 i" t/ R  |> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
, i# d! e: d* X( X9 \7 t> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
( |7 q9 Q# Z4 N> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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