Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
: J9 F9 `, h! J! D> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
% }6 _$ _  A5 z  r: s> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
& z5 H! J! t3 x> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
7 i" m, c2 {4 _1 ^( V> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
. `" {/ ^6 h6 q3 [9 o. n> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
8 |! S) }, {) ]8 n& ?% {  {* i0 [> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
. l% U4 z0 l3 V> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
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+ O; S7 }# _9 E- S9 B> FINE, SHE SAYS
5 E6 A( `2 S! @- C> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
8 X% `2 X, E- h> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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( H( F# _7 f/ g0 K1 i* r> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
; b# P8 s8 N& f+ F" O: C/ J: }+ \. g> WANT TO FIX STEPS
% f3 x, k5 T7 M5 Z3 B/ x1 Y) E4 v> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
6 e2 E6 J, w& q+ T> I DON'T THINK SO
, \  q8 G/ b' E/ e' a8 b, `$ X> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
7 r5 F4 i+ ~% ]0 @, [3 d) o> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
. t! C+ _# x7 P! e' h) m> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
" V2 X0 I3 q3 Y! E2 N> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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$ |& L5 L$ {' I4 |" _" K# p> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
- |& e! h3 u- r* o" C> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
3 R0 h+ ~2 @. n8 n> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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) `% q7 n! q3 f& n/ z/ C> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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; ^/ b+ \! I- u) o* B> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
" e0 K+ Q) p; K# W) w7 S> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
, W1 z! e1 k  N> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
  o* B% D; q( S; `0 o; x- ~3 m> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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: G, {; O  T% K0 l4 A$ r5 T7 G8 C> SHE REPLIED,
1 ]/ D( p3 I3 H3 v  |! r: j> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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