Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
3 S3 [1 n+ I4 e  `> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ M4 e9 B! S, y0 }/ M( p> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
( P. M- ~/ G8 y( C# w6 c> FINE,
>
$ ~2 D4 Z( r+ o" V' B3 L/ Q> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
% _' Z( h/ z$ T8 |  G* X/ C> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
) {7 |, g+ ]% J" v5 s# _> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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; U# ]7 ]# ~: C9 \; v> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
# }9 [- K- w( @; z> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
) B- B8 y! B0 c7 a8 F" L( X1 V5 }> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
- M$ z& z. w1 c* R4 n> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
( G5 b& z  y9 e$ H! w, M/ r> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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( V. `2 H  o; L: K* w* ^> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
% T8 L1 R% ^7 B9 a: H7 J9 P; a/ v> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
& Y$ Y8 D1 Z  G; T+ R, F; ?0 C> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
* p4 T1 G2 e" `, I> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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2 x  {3 e! k3 N, _> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
' m1 Z: H6 M: f5 P3 D! q  R> 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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. p' {! w! c( o( E. o& F> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
9 O# f3 L6 ?8 s> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
: U& l* i5 e( S) X> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
+ U$ i1 B  Z' |2 e8 r> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
; W' P/ a; w* |. O: S/ G. r> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
0 ^# I- A# v* R) }  N> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
; h# @3 t( L8 _4 ]/ ?  M> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
, ~7 q- Y# \" _+ j) w) W> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
7 ~$ g/ P  I' w) d> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
2 [$ p" X, ?# z5 J+ s" A& J/ I> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
( }4 O# }% j) F0 I. E7 h1 H' N> HELLOOOOO..
! k' p4 ~& U0 o# U> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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7 J* A" J  u+ X5 J> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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