Bed or Cake

propeller

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
- a' T0 [: _" }> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
2 G+ Z) M* i& a. a> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
/ r8 }' K( }* }- l' h* J$ E& U> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
2 ^7 R+ t5 }2 t4 T# F$ K) w> I DON'T THINK SO.
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8 f) t$ m. Y: s: d2 o0 P> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
8 ?8 {: d/ U+ z0 B9 H8 ^9 c4 |> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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; E* {; S- N$ j4 e) W( l> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
; c( R, W% Q5 T% O2 f> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
8 x3 u, G3 [$ h5 f, C% P> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
7 X0 @- T# U$ S) \' e) {% R) V> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
9 g0 p8 x* K, o> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
3 c' M) |  A+ L* }> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
/ C7 v, |0 a. }9 `' j> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
  R0 U% N8 E4 p; K! @6 U# K> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
2 I" F, ]' w% A7 b5 k! H6 ~4 q6 f2 d> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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; C3 R9 H* z" F- q! t7 M> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
' I2 I$ J" X' j% D1 k% k> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
" R: i9 u" V6 u/ y( R; X> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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% K9 e8 L5 x3 ~> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
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>
( r1 @  }% k& v* l2 S> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
8 _% ]& w, x$ N% O2 p2 F1 n> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
; ^2 E5 H0 N9 W! Q6 M% ^" ?/ V) n: v> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
1 n7 t; s5 L) z1 R  e% i8 g0 ?> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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1 l6 |2 E1 K9 m9 k> SHE REPLIED,
& n4 t# l$ s0 v2 B6 Y$ h> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
% j1 k! a: b0 k' d2 T2 W# q> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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