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?
) e# c. C" Y  O# f% b0 ], a0 V) V% w> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
$ p4 X+ A4 h! f% q> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
7 M& H% B2 [; p$ U; s& `+ M> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
3 Y6 b& X2 b3 `, H0 J2 p> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
6 d( G! ?9 t8 U1 w/ @  ?' N> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
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> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
' `  h* t! K4 B0 y> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
1 ?% l& Y1 y! r( m$ ~4 v> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
7 {( A5 A# z  S" E) J> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
' X/ f3 @, G5 |8 Z: M> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
/ D% m7 b; x) |1 W% @+ d# ~) W> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
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> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
& t* C6 J, y. j* R3 ?> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
7 `# O% H2 n& h4 d  O' i> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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& F0 f1 |2 P; U0 g0 W2 k> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
4 e3 b8 y* P0 `! `( V4 `' |) D> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
6 U/ g4 X) f& c8 ]# A, r) |& x0 A> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
>
> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
4 r7 d. C# u8 t( Y9 H: N! K> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
>
> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
- o0 `6 m' V2 l. S" e  n" `1 U> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
* U& s0 i6 i; n> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
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> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
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/ D+ U* @) o6 a6 I7 g. U" O: ?; _> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
# I( a; e  ]. c5 b> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
> HE SAID,
7 c! E% G( C9 A( I& Q5 r5 d> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
) f9 n4 d, O/ O) R$ d: A. }- L. h> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
, z1 d6 \2 q6 t* h9 L! ?& M6 m% x8 y> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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