Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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$ X6 x4 u0 z1 {9 b! I7 \> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
" \' t: a3 T$ g> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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6 J7 A" J) r+ @( C$ {* _4 X> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
. o6 g( `* N8 b& ]2 J% j> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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, s( M4 s; C1 s> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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1 |# ?6 M: N2 q2 F# T. s; v> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
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, w- w$ A# L: C+ w) x; p6 b( X> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
0 K1 M1 m9 x3 r> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
+ ~( z$ @9 \7 N3 O+ v> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
% |3 m+ d) ^& G! W9 N" n2 x; b> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> 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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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
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> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> 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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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
5 A2 _5 K) G9 o> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
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& ~  ]1 u$ m6 D& |/ ^7 @" x> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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( W2 I, r& t! p% {% o5 N> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
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> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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! o" l! a# y4 W/ V+ Z> HE SAID,
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> HELLOOOOO..
) e0 P5 s' ?8 P/ x7 b1 W  ?* F" L> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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失落的我

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