Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
8 ?2 k. |4 m; i1 k" N0 o# @> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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. @2 ^! {( h. L" Q" {4 Y> HONEY,
2 ]3 j/ \; P% |+ S, ~1 I> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
, q5 ^- Y. c* y6 o. J& J3 m1 q> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
$ I' F1 O7 m1 D9 V9 M> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
( g8 D1 L! R9 C. A; E0 r> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
: q! I# B& Z" K( K2 x) ~" q> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
7 X7 P3 b, _$ i7 W& U5 r> I DON'T THINK SO
>
' s' @1 O) q" w: M& r> FINE, SHE SAYS
. M2 K2 l! ?/ Y, C> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
0 a; m* [  D  R! o0 C+ @# g> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
# D' _0 z9 C* m, g1 Y9 x> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
" T3 e& i: ?/ Y. o, X( O+ j> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
7 I- c# {: c, B4 C& [8 P% s> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
- |7 ]3 J) y1 u( v> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
3 E  x, x+ C3 N, T, _8 ?> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
9 h+ J! D; a. c> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
; M/ ?" C6 @. j1 \+ J> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
2 G! Z. ]; ?0 y% \: C( @> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
# _# U3 m9 f, g5 [3 z> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
! S! G! s$ F9 M> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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( D" d$ c3 s+ x/ ~> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
# C+ q7 Q, p. O3 B1 j> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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: Z+ \! G& ^& T! r; _7 n> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
' ]" J% N) d' p, ]- |2 x> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
$ ]$ R5 b6 E1 O( T$ R$ Z: j  V> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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4 y. X3 j# ^5 m3 |8 G* y0 b; r> SHE REPLIED,
  g6 }# d5 r! r. o) ^2 O, x> HELLOOOOO..
! P7 b$ B, M. `2 ?> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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/ ?- s4 }1 H0 X3 E, H2 o> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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