Bed or Cake

propeller

A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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+ L% \1 x; r9 g# M: `> HONEY,
9 c- t  g! w$ A3 V5 _) W& U' ^> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
* L$ _" [6 J+ U6 P% J> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
3 F7 |& C( N4 Y  r+ |  l4 B. _> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
0 I4 m% W- Q" G5 p) [, f> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
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$ T  B7 _- C$ R4 T> FINE,
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3 u/ j# p7 y! x1 r> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
8 f1 Z$ m2 W5 Y7 C5 V> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
* M) p* B! B  m- x1 }8 `& `" X# h7 B> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
! s7 i& s+ {. o) e4 h7 h9 V> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
; A" ~; b0 M  U6 s> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
# f9 X1 w  P7 X/ Y6 p5 j$ h! }> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
( ^% {1 k2 H2 }# D> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
5 f- L+ T- l) @4 ?& u) C> WANT TO FIX STEPS
' ]* R% @- f/ O1 r' I% p% {> 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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1 Y& [9 _) m/ M& r5 |) P9 }) Q> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
6 D/ w4 u) G2 W( J> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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% }0 H$ ]6 j8 b) W> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
! g2 p: U( z; s> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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+ {+ i- ^, `) u1 v, `> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
; B3 d) ~' o3 A5 r3 X7 W2 w' ]; Q> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
9 {4 b6 Y# ~8 L> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
0 V$ G! B/ T6 a> 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.