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,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
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>
& t6 P' @0 N* E> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
  r2 |+ A* W7 F- n9 U( Z> I DON'T THINK SO.
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. B9 s* A1 Q. R! O2 T> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
9 w& I) J: D' X3 m: g$ S# |$ l> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
3 o9 x& h6 B' n: ~" b> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
6 q' W: z- z9 X9 }$ I. g4 F> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
  ^5 d6 i7 _' P' t: f% K> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> 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
3 v+ }' }( N4 f> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
1 L$ l9 v2 H5 T5 \4 Q> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
- W" q2 n+ ?  g3 X* U+ ]> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
6 }* B, B" Y* z> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
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> 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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% a5 m0 W) B$ B& m> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
) @) z( s) v/ L5 v$ ~! E5 m> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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  m" [- |# U# s7 Y> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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