Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
' t5 j0 ?* V6 U6 c- k> 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?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
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) o+ G! K: i# e0 G" F2 Z8 i> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
% I) `6 O$ [6 G$ u0 J1 u> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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( ?5 c+ z8 g/ T0 d( ^7 }/ H> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
$ ~1 ]# c' g3 l8 c: [- i( j> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
" v* y7 Y, y, j/ _> I DON'T THINK SO
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( @+ k) A6 H$ o. Y0 R- K> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
1 S7 T$ r  ^+ R5 X: @" Y> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> 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?
> I DON'T THINK SO
7 r2 O4 i7 f4 w> 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...............................
>
" z' I( B2 d5 ?3 r& q> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
9 s9 B3 k8 X. M8 J7 X- {* n8 t> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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8 j" D% z  s3 ~- Z" a$ U* T/ n> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
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) S8 V+ W  a# b! |> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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, |1 L8 N, W5 E5 q: X; r" |. Q> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
- |! g0 F, ?+ B+ `( m> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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. m6 D! k- _. ]; E3 q0 }> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
$ A' ~7 n, D0 c% L2 [7 M; J4 f> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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5 |$ L9 w) C3 h. D> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
( p9 ~& }0 h& x/ k% ]0 l( \> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
1 F% N) a; ]& s* r  Z  R, m2 S5 Z> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
% a( j# [6 F; f( V3 U> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
5 `# U1 B7 L) S. H9 `, D6 \> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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