Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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& `& C+ ]9 ^* q* y, N> HONEY,
1 Y" x0 J1 J% [3 }  p1 E> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
" \8 S- e6 |. ^( m> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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) i3 l# J. S/ E5 k) E) b) g> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
, n: ^. W2 z; l. ^& v> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
% \$ C% C: L1 p. l: K' P> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
3 u% O& z& Y& |# T/ ^6 S) L- C  v> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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1 w: j  I8 F& J3 ]$ V> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
  Y4 H# e7 O! W% u; j> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
% f( `5 W7 x6 \2 Q6 G> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
5 p4 x" |5 N' q3 ~> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
7 z1 `6 i) ]% v2 \> WANT TO FIX STEPS
! g7 F+ ~' P9 v0 y1 y- d> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
* T# |6 i0 d. _> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
0 ]# J: \4 {- m> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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7 l* ~# S) D3 i# r! ~" r> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
. c' Z+ _5 }5 d5 q4 s0 J3 l) e> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
# i/ N' n- C/ h9 c) {> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
3 G+ r0 d) A4 W# T* [' A> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
  ~; F, n8 a+ Z> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> 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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1 `0 N# h; V1 E> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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