Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
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# M7 ?9 t7 X) \# P& v3 q  c> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
8 s2 J6 c4 }$ `4 L4 T8 m1 R> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
6 n& e4 d' }' i0 B  ?> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
5 C9 w& K/ g: Y$ h> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
( d/ c; X- x, j. R8 j> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
( B; x/ P/ Y6 Z) A/ A> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
2 l: j" @8 T( M) O1 N5 w> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
4 P/ i7 n- t5 X! s% h" a> FINE,
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& i  X' h2 Y+ C6 e) \) j' m. i> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
$ R( `/ N  G: Q9 E2 G> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
/ W* J) q! ^/ b- X* V> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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8 x1 t: m+ |5 ]' Z# }' K> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
' p% J% J. T* F+ i> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
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; g* q1 g! _4 b* N' j8 c3 D1 Y> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
2 O; ?, O& I' T' o> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
; T0 f4 n6 h2 c! y3 ^  X' s> WANT TO FIX STEPS
> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
0 V5 x1 u  p! W, L7 W2 q: `> I DON'T THINK SO
7 D. O+ U. d, _; W> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
1 L$ k5 M, Z7 g> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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>
9 ^1 E3 o5 \6 x& {3 p* B> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
3 A: H4 c$ J9 Z; ~7 t> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
6 U, I* M4 ]* h& {> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
9 s, H7 b$ J' p+ D4 L- }> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
6 G( w. T2 p5 B; ]" H> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
, |) U% @. k1 Y2 W* j! V# O, j' a> 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.
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  D- d$ ?3 P, M0 v4 |) t! q> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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* e0 Q: m+ |1 r. s- |" K* b> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
% g  P" y: x3 C& Q- n' S> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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  E$ j& Q8 \5 i: k" m8 @> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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