Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
! D$ z/ O& g; H& \> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
& q! }: k% B, T( Y. B> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
- m: _0 r! l; ?, }+ N> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
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4 b, @, a2 |' B# n3 D> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
/ D& d3 A1 o1 ^8 _8 Q> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
% k& v% f) f( }+ |' c, A0 ^> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
9 @7 s! n2 a: t/ Z> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
9 h- d  x3 K  }- k9 O9 t; Y> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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0 Q! _2 b$ `# D8 V: T> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
: R  i  X, A5 q> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
) [" g% P1 o% k0 R> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
5 u3 ^' U' o5 K+ C! Z> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
( _! `4 E5 N3 g0 Z> 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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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
+ ~; _  |- f- j  m! Q> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
4 g, r& k1 n5 a! s  M3 V> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
- c/ j8 E# {- I5 Y! X6 H. F  ^> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
  `% g0 b) \! ^; R5 {  [: |> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
6 p; B5 P' C0 E7 p( y4 a> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
4 E% U. o  S$ E- Q$ [+ h8 H- S> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
- I1 |1 E( [# C> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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9 n2 H' j3 x1 d$ S( ^> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
+ f0 L! N9 l  M/ a> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
) W( P. B" n# N+ `! p' D) b2 h3 W) g> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
2 Z* h8 w, w! y, F" D, R( h> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
: |, J# o7 s$ o- \> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
! r( p$ {+ Z6 Z, w* E0 K> HELLOOOOO..
" J" Q# k7 F! C9 |> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
) P. @; K  J% \2 z* s" L> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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