Bed or Cake

propeller

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
* B" N" d+ Q/ W+ {' ]> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
) b) A# O2 J) o> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
4 R" o5 p* n( S0 c2 T! u( a6 E& q/ m> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
' g5 K6 j8 f! q( P> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
: S% |- r2 C" I' J# G> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! \1 `+ V) X7 b$ }# C1 c! [> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
6 X) L; U0 C% }# w" h> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
$ N' V+ G2 t4 `: Z/ ?> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
7 n" ~( b# ~+ x, u, ^> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
! z8 ]% c( \/ E' g; @9 B> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ @- v0 i) `8 x, a: @- |> I DON'T THINK SO
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/ k. a. |  o# G> FINE, SHE SAYS
% O, F: t8 p  e, u- d; k* P( |> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
& D3 m( l1 A: W' }2 F0 n> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
8 H0 E2 r, x4 e' J% s/ H* e> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
& d# O) a# U$ b5 p+ a) }6 }6 j> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
1 ~2 D7 u5 [7 p> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
1 j, {, w+ a& R" \# |> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
/ s7 s- c: c* |. D7 g* M& ]> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
- C  `5 D# m4 r5 n> TO GO HOME
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% H: b" C% m$ g+ }> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
8 t' B, ]+ ~9 r% @* r> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
; K% l4 v7 \# G8 X6 h> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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" G/ r3 Z! J6 F# J1 o> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
9 f4 \: F( S9 w> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
/ Z. {0 O/ |% T( u( B8 I4 @> HE SAID,
: t% n# {* o: r/ f7 p& e> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
; C$ t5 {2 U5 [8 z: i3 X3 f2 v( ]' R> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
. T0 Z% Z* c7 S: t/ n/ w* |$ L> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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