Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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>
> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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2 }5 _- a; ~+ F& w> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
# ^2 q1 d8 ^' h> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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; L5 W: P1 Y. T3 i. r( [> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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0 S; t" H5 M' w; P! H$ K> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
1 [: O9 }+ ]1 N2 w; k( J> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
) [0 _4 T; I+ ^2 I' b" b/ e> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
  P6 {' B6 I3 {' P7 r/ x# E> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
  X; D8 u5 ?0 P/ S3 k$ @7 R/ \> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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+ t4 w' n5 g! \0 e6 ]/ r> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
" D8 k2 y) s# w5 y4 p: [> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
7 t! a6 F# k1 q7 T) i4 t* @> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
6 z# J' K' \" G- A6 ~: R/ G> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
. l" h' a5 m0 j+ ^> I DON'T THINK SO
; d$ [, P. l% O/ s- h( M> 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...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
1 j% ]' ~* {. u7 ?* D; h4 b> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
5 Z$ |$ e' S. |2 B9 p% x+ g> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
; j" t. X4 }& D0 s2 y& K" h1 J) q> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
( U2 w0 ]3 w$ K2 H. g> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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$ y: ]; V9 p  s9 H> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
, ?$ J# C+ s# R) K> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
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> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
4 q: S: E3 P+ S! F> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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( [2 V% B( q7 r> SHE REPLIED,
) G3 o8 p: R1 t) V> HELLOOOOO..
+ }- w# I" j' T7 r" P> 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.