Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
) Q% m. H$ V! }) i" |> HONEY,
+ I4 p+ L7 a6 V( T' T% ^> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
- T- o: D. r* S! n: j> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
7 P5 E/ r4 ~9 X) h& b> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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+ l) _2 D$ K+ F- q$ G% G& a' g  Y  Q> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
7 S+ m& ^, U) t- R1 ^/ z. N> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
9 a% H4 k3 S! u1 c7 _> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
, {3 D8 P. g2 ]> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
( ]+ ^0 N8 N& t1 E2 M) b) t' ?> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
8 h, n9 N9 B8 ~0 @5 B0 ~8 a2 [> 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
) x9 U, z1 V9 A$ s# U) b) p% o4 P> WANT TO FIX STEPS
' k9 d) X$ X" g  Q( T% T> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
3 N; a2 ^5 ~! a1 G) m6 s2 m> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
. x8 H/ [# W+ `( m' i> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
' J& O. H/ B7 D- t> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
) b% R3 c5 Q- @' f$ \) q) H: E: @2 e> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
/ G; L" M* l. u# I1 C> 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
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
" O' y1 d/ L7 r/ ?% X. n& K> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
! l; ^2 m/ b8 e0 m> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
* X: g6 _% D( q& y6 x+ Z$ I4 B> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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8 Q6 {( j" u7 q  d0 x/ Y> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
. v) }' a; _$ H- F> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
) C& t) [+ r8 Z. q3 Q3 a" t. W1 L1 U> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
/ R( V* C: k$ \> 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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> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
2 ], s9 J+ k2 C, a> ON MY FOREHEAD?
6 X9 |& @" a/ r+ H+ }0 U3 R> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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