Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
2 P2 z% l) E4 i" i0 p> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
; b4 t: c9 o' ^" d  C5 [4 j& k> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
+ U& E5 \# y8 q+ x! {0 V( }" w> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
/ O( D. a+ F2 P; N9 `* {! z> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
" |& T* F4 G6 O> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
- g, g. ~/ ]3 ~7 G5 x  F% i> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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  z! z4 k( ]+ b6 g' F> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
- @% a. R* n, @% }) ^- F> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
: I! r  ^. P' a' U( ~+ _> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
- Q( A# k  D: y) h> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
) F/ `6 Q/ B& o- D( Z* ]" z& P> I DON'T THINK SO
! u7 N: i- B% U& Q6 V! J3 p> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
; G" r& a8 y% t# r9 k  ~; i> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
0 M) y! s8 S- Y9 e1 ]5 J" |> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
: {  ^: I. o. d( c9 F; |> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
! u, B' t3 c! g  W& u( [+ Y9 u; L5 Z> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
/ N- E; g+ |; a8 r2 M/ P> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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! l8 |8 H8 e# [> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
) }, {: Y( M! w; z7 ]9 N* w> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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9 j) s2 {0 S4 I; G9 {" x, f; J> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
% [2 @: Y# [+ U! x( o. ~2 Y- v> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
/ @" w0 [( j. T1 D. G3 |: Z> 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
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
. a" l( F6 A2 c8 p: \2 ]> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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, y3 Y5 i% N! V& `3 c' t> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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* F4 E, j% s2 j( e. ?, U4 ^> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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7 r& r8 o7 F+ g> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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