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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' ]8 \1 ^; D- L+ N> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
) Q2 G  D' C" _+ [2 K. {' `> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
$ X. x5 [7 m8 \7 l6 N2 w/ U  e> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
>
. A3 u4 F2 C- V, D$ s5 Y( a* L7 w- j> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
8 c4 G" v: i' ]0 k2 n> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
. u- y1 D$ y5 p& n/ ^> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
% y% ]! O4 S4 w# g0 Q# n> I DON'T THINK SO
>
' U* g) @2 V' x+ P; l" F> FINE, SHE SAYS
" @/ t2 x) P- g0 X> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
6 {+ q; D3 y9 `3 s+ s> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
! r1 E1 o8 ?3 F* |( `/ n$ j( ^0 N, c, R> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
7 ^0 I9 N2 G" H; O# C> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
: ~/ [: a4 w3 p> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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6 c! a* M/ E6 Z! l- ]* N% `( w; M> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
9 b$ I' l; ~, Z" i9 A9 q2 R0 |> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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' v' D& s5 r+ f* Q> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
+ I* Q7 e: ?6 Z6 U) m; g& M. {> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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/ G0 l8 m6 k! J) @> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
4 n/ }( w! F/ \3 c% D  ^> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
% |* s! s$ S  C2 ^8 a& \1 Z7 Q> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
$ F% f, m! {2 _, Y  M> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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$ r% ?8 d6 s- _5 _2 J) ~7 M- T> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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- w$ Q8 _" W5 f4 y% {  I> SHE REPLIED,
) K5 e6 n* q( ?" K3 C, T5 w> HELLOOOOO..
# _& P( u/ \; c8 W8 S/ h; [> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
' A) u% p# {" h8 Q> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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