Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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> HONEY,
4 `2 G$ L5 a! e5 n) e> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
/ c7 w3 P0 L+ J  N% |  q5 ]& F3 C4 L> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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  ]% Y/ M* U; ]# k/ e0 Y> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
& R4 q' K" P) L2 @% z8 B> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
* K9 O; j+ m7 b+ o( n> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
2 z( S8 V/ v- T/ K1 A> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
2 ]9 o$ {1 `5 r8 K: g> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
3 d( ^( K* ~9 V' f( r> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
, X3 y& i! B/ Y" S1 Z, N& k- t> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
5 V' H* Q  P, ]> I DON'T THINK SO
>
" o( O8 L6 H  O, I- L* F, q> FINE, SHE SAYS
) \2 {2 z5 e0 i7 H) R8 b% _> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
7 C  A6 V' \+ z4 D# ?$ O$ t% w6 }( l> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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( w! o' C' W: S9 Y> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
( ]- ?8 a7 P$ K" H, W2 h$ o> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
% @/ P* L% V" D5 p7 g6 R/ W> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
9 J& w+ w$ G9 g  @5 R) Z> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
2 e" ^. I9 q9 {# o> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
: D2 ^; {* `( Y# b- w> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
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$ c$ K( N" j$ R# X> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
2 c% O6 c! _% w* }' i( A> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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) n4 U+ e: z9 S. C  i+ s0 J: Y> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
8 p. p% I' [" {2 C' k& U: A1 j: h> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
9 }' B1 o9 z- P( c- ^" x- \> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
7 K: N) U' t1 [3 \% W% @# U> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
0 u" g. u. M" M& m. Z$ G> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
8 x4 b! w5 J# Z- K; |$ k> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
7 Y/ f/ F/ g" [" b; n4 E> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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" s2 I" r, [; b  h5 c> SHE REPLIED,
. W9 L3 b$ j6 g" }, P> HELLOOOOO..
> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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  a. _; O1 m/ x5 F% z> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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