Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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" F' x& C/ x1 @( z, }, }0 Z. \7 z> HONEY,
- R0 g# p# q+ A. e% t> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
( s* P; M) w6 ], P# f  O' r> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
2 i+ q8 a6 h( [2 K, F> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
8 s6 o, h; |3 a: W" G4 ?3 N9 a> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
& a( ^: Y; L! z' n! a> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
; `3 }8 H2 f# j3 f, q& K1 |% Y> FINE, SHE SAYS
8 o+ z/ N! D; F' p0 a4 {9 J> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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, K) X; T1 D/ [* G4 v> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! o8 Z( A) h& Q& e0 b- |4 A. {# c& M> I DON'T THINK SO
/ Q; P9 \/ k4 g> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
+ c' L8 z) @4 M2 D> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
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>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
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>
' l. O* _5 A6 [" }$ h. J> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
1 v/ ~) F6 R- H) M0 _' u> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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- d- r4 S9 \& h. [- p: _. |> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
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>
1 e8 B! V" b$ }0 j> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
! m( S# Q/ g; H2 ]> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
8 S( n% f/ V2 }+ t8 O0 F> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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1 d/ N3 f$ {) C$ p  q8 P: d> HE SAID,
% ^  a6 Q  z8 ?; X. i% s+ b" [/ V> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
  z% m' f8 k/ R/ I> 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.