Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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; j2 U# s  n4 n3 ^& |% ?> HONEY,
( ~) i) H9 A0 D9 `> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
- ]& ^4 Z, E$ W! z; {) f% w' _> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
0 t: u7 G! ?) Q* U2 s" _# S. O> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
3 J: I$ R* X* D> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
1 Q" ^  b/ e: n6 L( u' ^7 z> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
3 j  o' \1 e7 p& b* c1 Z3 v> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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# N1 H' u" J* b% [( ]  |> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
, }$ U+ U# g+ I# C. h> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
- W) r, A+ M2 F+ S' C> FINE, SHE SAYS
4 K5 ~% f' w& K- u1 }) r> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
. ~2 |( K! _$ E: p2 J9 b> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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, ]7 J  K0 O4 o, ]+ z0 d> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
. B# q, ~* V7 m( ~8 e8 Z  k9 r> WANT TO FIX STEPS
) J8 _* s, F& S) ?3 h7 S& h> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
5 s( l7 ]2 p1 P8 p9 Z> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
2 u0 [  V! z" J' x! b> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
! ^# C% L" Y( |7 j> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
) j) H8 ~6 j' C2 m/ ~- {> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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4 d5 L6 C) f8 g, S7 t- Q> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
# P* H# r5 Q% l. X> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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4 T  |, v) j$ y2 F- g7 P8 x* v> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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. ^  E5 d: M, \% @! `: i> 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
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
: u7 l0 d. C6 m8 p% X$ N( |# q> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
3 A! s  K! @2 s- [- q3 l  H5 c1 P> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
) y( B/ ?* v; J> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
1 h6 @3 @9 Q* b& |, n- i> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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" R* K% p  ?$ H  J, B; F1 P> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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* O/ S: D) m7 O2 l' k& I> SHE REPLIED,
* B# F1 ^+ P% R3 e+ e% @7 p: i> 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.