Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
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  X1 F4 D% w8 Y( h6 Y> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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! M5 E( K& U6 X# r  m* m! I% h> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
3 b' F  _' L- p  {> I DON'T THINK SO.
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( \, C' T" u9 K> FINE,
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  A% y/ ?3 b& {* P) z. h& F7 ]3 {6 O> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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2 D! E1 l) L: ~; J/ D% c) j* \> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
1 @! O5 x+ ]' y. w) U. t> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: r7 E$ q0 |. N6 E> I DON'T THINK SO
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1 R* t+ {7 \9 f3 Q* ^4 v/ O9 U> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
4 K! q. @7 J# m% u8 I* {6 J> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
( p* s! O% Q% y> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
. \$ `& m  R- c; @0 s( ^& E4 ]1 ~> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
5 G- }) e( `, B: M# I/ i> 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
3 S' `$ v9 B  Q6 K% H4 S  p* y> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
5 p6 ]9 @. y6 Y9 f7 y, `: ?> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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& x* O' S" R0 d! R" Y/ s> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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# ~! O8 c( i+ p' N5 a1 U% d. |> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
6 ]( L" `. ], b4 l> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> 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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. U4 R/ K6 y& s& |7 V> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
! s7 E4 @6 l6 a- }> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
& k5 X; l* Q/ y2 O9 o> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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0 y6 W- F% \  M> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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