Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
  U# B, q1 N; O> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
> HONEY,
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> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO.
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& s4 R* d+ K# D  l3 \> FINE,
>
% r* N% f/ L) v, ?( F4 t> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
) \! U% l/ |3 ^* U+ l> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
/ G. d+ a7 F# |0 t  c> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
  D' N: r/ O, {/ o( p2 l; l> I DON'T THINK SO
>
' h% v) g7 L1 w/ |! ^* s* s! n> FINE, SHE SAYS
> 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
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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> I DON'T THINK SO
9 Y+ Z- k( ?$ L# C( a. [* Z> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
) w/ S" I/ @+ R! }& M/ v) J/ R> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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7 m) R- _4 I/ b9 J3 x> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
/ E, }. c8 ]! B8 T. H> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
>
  V4 y9 D. g9 X> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
2 T1 @( ?, B8 P4 `# V> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
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" k3 ^2 V$ g- J- X! D> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
9 Q9 \* |5 |: C: H( R> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
. [6 i* W3 z5 c, x; M4 B> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
3 [/ S  w0 f& }* V, w: H/ X; {> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
3 k7 }7 [# e3 @0 s& I) I> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
' M8 r; ^9 ^  {, g* H. p$ A5 M$ e> HE SAID,
! B, T$ S" u" p3 Y8 e> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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> SHE REPLIED,
  l9 b" x& L  @0 S& K1 |& \> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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0 V4 K6 B- M( s7 ~$ n: w> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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