Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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' }7 w- P$ C" l1 u8 ]  H( _> HONEY,
: c" j+ Q6 ~* L# J> 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
9 N2 i6 a8 _2 P> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: K2 ]3 C6 t# e9 P4 T6 h5 ~* _> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
% o" Q" o" P% V, i. a4 |+ m5 ]% u5 X> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
6 G! n0 p( L9 B) C5 i> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
" m" ~" V! q' b( w/ A; j> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
& K! w9 H! |2 [; n> FINE, SHE SAYS
, s2 ~/ j+ y5 O( L1 H/ m" C> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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, l* W9 i- ?# ~: l) d' P; |& I> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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4 Z" H, D7 R" z4 @2 ?. P> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
2 _6 S. B& D5 X" n+ {3 i2 q> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
: L6 |+ S4 j- i' d4 ]2 q! i' `3 w; W> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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( C! s+ N! r4 z6 O3 W> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
2 d5 _; S' |4 F5 N; D> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
2 ]$ s) k) u8 N4 M& q$ y> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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" V/ i! Y/ k% |5 o> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
2 P7 N  j6 j2 f; ~) O0 e5 n> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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. |3 P- N* D. t) s; G> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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1 g( V* W) r6 D- Q  s> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
+ ]) k/ h; N$ z" \  ]6 S> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
, o3 x+ Y) v7 {% b) J6 }( Y4 m> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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+ @4 o5 v$ H! G> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> 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.