Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
6 c6 g% ^* A: i2 j6 h> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
6 ?9 l3 E5 \1 h/ [# B9 h- t! T> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
7 _% {( F9 I1 U& ~( w% ], z> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
8 ^3 j) G5 Y5 _5 _( f> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
$ x2 _. n3 L. q: a" ~> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
, t1 q* X& R8 o- V% W; g> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
  L/ h0 y: F" Y& g5 }! [> FINE,
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0 [) }, Q9 m! U& _> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
( @3 M* b6 j# z  _- z; G> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
( X- d( f6 S5 N4 A> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
4 p; k* v+ a2 ?3 ?  v6 e1 H> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
& {' u* s5 i+ K. J4 t5 z+ O5 a; e> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
* z& l  V( m2 L6 b7 i0 w4 E% y* H> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
4 X  |4 U1 [1 k> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
0 R! g9 I$ G6 J3 u( k# {1 j" Y2 F> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
3 G9 A5 ^) @8 L+ ~> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
> 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
8 Z. y7 U7 B6 u  q7 p> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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+ }6 m1 w1 `. e8 J) u* L! K> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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" |2 ?2 k* M& A( B> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
1 J+ T: N5 L4 B* }& u> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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5 ~* }1 s) s7 T% R5 d+ k% l> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
( m5 F3 }2 n4 u* `2 k. [6 Y> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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$ P3 L* H+ [! F! y0 C> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
3 P, E$ s6 L9 o0 @3 Z- n/ N> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
6 a& K, l. {) A3 D% B> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
6 C! ]$ k1 {) Q) _/ A6 H> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
( Y# B7 f& ?# ]) y> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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: {# S8 ^1 _6 `. G3 z> SHE REPLIED,
" K( ^- C- l: O0 I$ {> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
3 E( w( W. @% T1 l; h) e> ON MY FOREHEAD?
0 M) G9 c# J. R, A( |> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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