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,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
( F1 \2 w& V, Q% m. e4 V> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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% J& I  b* V3 G0 k! _+ O> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
, a: G8 _' D# s# o- J( i( f# O> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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8 M* |" G1 E! x6 G5 D> I DON'T THINK SO.
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0 d9 p9 j, X" ]9 w4 V> FINE,
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+ B' x6 [5 m! c1 h2 T2 T9 f> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
- k6 a) [8 ^/ l1 T) m# `> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
# ^7 }1 Y- V! F7 u( E, C4 b4 z> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
9 v, r7 w+ O/ j% r) ]0 m6 I" |7 f> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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; t5 n% [" X* }: \- {> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
' _, k& ^9 y4 y! n% K+ \> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
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# Y5 R- b0 e% B  }> I DON'T THINK SO
3 s& ]1 G9 G6 r9 s> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
0 n' ]7 K& x! A8 W4 m> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
& v- l# A7 B6 z3 k1 k9 ^> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
> TO GO HOME
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, t/ V+ h  K( f; Q1 f4 |1 t' b> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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* P* ~1 Z5 [8 u+ S6 ~0 t  P# ^1 t> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
) v+ B4 z/ g. a% B> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
2 ?2 l& c: |  ~> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
9 w; d% k5 `+ X, m> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
, c' l" g6 D* G5 q& h" K> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
5 ^" J' Z/ }, t3 v, b9 z. w> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
' ^% L+ k$ [1 w" Y, K; Z, L2 d  m> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
% Q0 I$ w8 A- L$ R- [$ m' |> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
0 c& f9 [0 G5 H: Y> HE SAID,
  {) @: }0 M6 A! r) I> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
& d" @% i1 F: P2 [5 r6 d> 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.