Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
) A& K3 x$ ]0 i4 x" _> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
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> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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5 B" {) n; r! x! w0 Y) F> I DON'T THINK SO.
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6 n( B/ H. }) t, W$ p3 K> FINE,
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9 Z0 X9 C" U/ Z- c% G3 q> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
9 G5 I5 H' P1 `> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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$ x2 C* i% M' x1 |6 ]2 R. k8 y. h4 e> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
9 [4 r( V* V" |> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
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( E. b+ ~2 S/ d/ `( C> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
/ V. H2 q  |, c* E' f6 ~6 y3 b> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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+ o9 e6 k$ a1 I9 k> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> 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
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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, m. G8 M. }0 A3 P8 D> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
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1 x; l' g+ [; l$ {; x> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> 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
& {: j- ]& ~8 Z$ Q7 C4 p% d" l> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
9 c2 `& o% W" m0 n3 U9 j> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
( l4 F6 l4 G' h/ h> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
! z/ J2 ~9 q7 N> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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