Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
* |: G+ M# d: X# G7 x: k> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
( ^: w+ a" o- y7 M4 k3 @  E/ ?6 v> HONEY,
! x5 D  g. k: F5 J# U  o> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
. L2 L0 ~2 D# u> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
2 h5 C) j2 _# f8 a* C> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
- W6 X' W2 q% L- W) ^! `, H> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
+ A8 Q7 Q( b( E9 _# c& P" S+ F  g, T> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
  [) q" E5 o! m> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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> 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?
0 y9 q8 i" j: d$ b> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
( r" Z! l1 |% ]$ x> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
& b6 B- z- B8 Y  Q5 r5 J" B> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
. g( r3 a) S1 P# b! c- O% o> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
! [: F1 p8 g9 S  @1 I/ z> I DON'T THINK SO
. @" u7 {# a* M# [. u* ~  e* g> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
, f: q4 q, o# t# W> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
9 q8 E& V! X/ n1 R6 Z! B% \& Q> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
. ]- x) g; c% N( J( `5 K> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
* `) J' R; e4 ~+ C> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
3 a  v. ?! T* i0 y! A> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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% }! Q3 A* G4 j4 ?3 S* A> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
9 B9 Q3 z8 M" r> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
$ ^( Q+ j$ u' [9 _4 e. r; W> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
4 W9 [* C' D- t8 s/ z> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
6 O& ^" e6 O/ w+ J> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
; I8 n# h5 J- x7 D. S6 E' @) l> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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  m6 k! P1 o% Z+ W7 N7 W2 j> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
0 E* w. H( G7 I+ u> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
! S! f/ j. ~7 [% p* R  l> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
" W$ R4 w: b. H! c, y# Z' U  ^3 ?> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
1 l$ L3 ~, i7 ?1 t4 v1 D> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
" c( F4 x' n, |5 ~> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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