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,
8 C/ B5 |. @2 k1 j) \> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
" Y7 M4 ]5 U4 d. o> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
6 F5 |! h+ k( G! B5 B> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
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$ I1 |7 T9 J  u> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> 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?
! w0 E0 R) c2 K9 F> I DON'T THINK SO
>
. Y4 s# ~3 U5 P4 @1 D8 D; `. U> FINE, SHE SAYS
" u! r, n! M3 a4 [, A+ p3 C> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
' Q, s) a/ g* X> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
) p2 B1 D/ K2 u8 M> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
& p3 W2 O" q% k* z2 G! r" j( |> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
  _+ m- m1 i& R: A2 H> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
3 T! K  R2 ?  F) {> I DON'T THINK SO
. n5 C& j' `5 j2 D& z> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
/ c7 S. ?4 v& G1 R, S2 A. ~# _> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
! E& m  t6 S$ v" N( ?$ h> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
  @  B, _& E/ `, R; t> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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1 z- c2 [0 T! u* J> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
% H" K: F: N( d# Z  L3 q1 B& a+ A> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
2 G* W9 X1 R) E. z7 b> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
7 [7 l3 {3 v, Z> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
/ n" ~8 s/ P( ~' C* f  ~> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
" Q* ~, I9 U& f- c. j" L> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
' q( H% F# r3 n$ s+ R! c> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
1 w* I* j7 Q; k# g* W4 t7 ^> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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; j! q) ]4 D+ P8 V: k> SHE REPLIED,
# Z6 F0 T+ d- Z2 E> HELLOOOOO..
( j$ q) ?3 I6 p4 M7 C> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
) s5 F4 D; y, r5 G- l> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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