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?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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( r$ R$ y' X. b% D> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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9 q+ u6 T4 {9 @- n> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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7 P2 j( Y6 d; m2 ]> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
0 F( H& C8 s5 Z8 `) e  {> 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?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
1 m( h7 v3 T. X/ h2 R5 e4 B> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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0 ~; _% p' K4 P8 o" a> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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* J) G7 ^9 g7 v/ u0 P> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
% _1 k# g8 L1 s( X8 x5 C> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
) S6 r- `, M3 |" V) x> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
4 O# C/ L4 C' f% S9 I/ p> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
9 e7 Q3 f0 j* H& r4 j2 ~; a> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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/ v- H2 L3 l+ P' L, F9 j! R> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
) u, O8 @: C: c: B" W4 j> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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) G& l7 t. U9 u5 z- R/ V- ]> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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4 v4 B; P( [5 j4 @0 S> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
! m- {9 H6 |0 p9 Y) G7 S+ @> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
% ^7 ?- p; t) ~. x; `> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
* c  k0 U0 ^% K7 F> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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% [! e( o# N% [1 L9 \> SHE REPLIED,
$ T. o, b1 l% l( F- Y7 k> HELLOOOOO..
% S# k4 }( F; z" K. X> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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' R5 |7 C# o- d> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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