Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
1 ]$ p7 ?' u) V" `  R8 I> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
$ Y8 {/ |4 {- O& B+ G> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
0 \7 [6 r  B0 D3 T+ z( A> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
; I* k1 f6 M1 O0 m> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
# c* v, U- |/ b8 R8 R> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
) f% L* l5 |$ T1 N> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
( a0 B! B2 l% v4 e> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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; O- Y1 s% Q& @7 y- s1 A> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
4 Q3 K4 N0 T7 x- I> WANT TO FIX STEPS
% M7 }; Z0 A# N+ H> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
0 ~% [% q) ~, X( O2 |& i> I DON'T THINK SO
: J( X: g6 ?, m/ p> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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! ~% g. |  `/ L2 t2 Z> 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
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
2 L0 U: t. z5 Q( c. R> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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  T, o# B; K- Q> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
. e7 _. N4 ]9 h- d* }> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
: v  z; C$ ?4 m& Q  f9 l0 A" r> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
  s' Y" e: M4 P- t7 q! s' b> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
; m. H, t- N0 E> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
& m9 L* H0 r. c7 q" C+ }* A" g6 O# a> HELLOOOOO..
; q' ^! R! u+ q. ^> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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1 a0 L- G) [5 q9 J! ]- k6 X- ^> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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