Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
$ A* L5 `2 V' g! p- @/ D> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
3 N5 x' P: O5 f- T6 }2 n4 m> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
/ L' b/ T0 s! N( F2 L> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
7 {% y! J+ C& X0 ~! _$ J) Z) v: |> I DON'T THINK SO.
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$ r7 ^( h2 o% d: X& V( y& e> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
7 L8 g/ u! v+ W> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
& \2 b: t% d; d3 N  b* ?> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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; b! ?- _: S4 I4 |8 ]2 b+ M( q> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
9 s  N  r* b8 q: N! d> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
7 v: I1 z1 ?8 U+ I" }& ^> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
2 D! Z  q  [4 D% W# k0 s> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
/ }  \8 s1 X5 i> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
; q3 s! N( T, _& ?  [5 G) _> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
; V0 X% i9 q& w2 T> I DON'T THINK SO
9 V; d6 {, `7 M- g; t> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
+ e, E# y# _9 R> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
* P( D! c7 B5 ~; L& D& D, U> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
# `# S  e% l( t+ g( T> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
; }/ t0 p! ?5 S6 P  s> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
" w. k* o' v8 {) G: ?> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
3 i( }" b; @5 m8 u7 R% [+ J! O. ^> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
) P; E7 Y  ^# E8 p> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
0 }& ^. G* d/ s! ?> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
  R4 j8 F7 ^$ P, c  g/ z> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
' W) f5 z) Q$ D; Y" N, D' N4 g> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
$ D6 o+ ?( l0 _: p; D: v0 d> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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