Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
8 V: t4 g# T0 M* j0 _> HONEY,
> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
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' E6 c4 E' x4 V9 P+ z> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
/ P# S  G+ F% z* P! g> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
0 ^; v' y( x' j+ F/ D$ _9 Z+ z> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
+ P7 ]  d. D2 J/ _' ]> I DON'T THINK SO.
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> FINE,
>
> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
7 J7 `& i# `9 b, y> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
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" i0 e) @& Y- t! ]  b) @- e> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
>
> FINE, SHE SAYS
* D8 K5 k, I. g6 s0 ^5 Z- {> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
6 F$ L, c  k. Z9 x2 m> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
; _5 |: U# T8 }# Z/ T> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
# o" M% A2 p7 h9 w' J* \& d> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
> WANT TO FIX STEPS
- H# t. |$ y4 _3 Z# k# p: G> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
3 Z2 ?3 N5 y$ h1 a: C: H7 z> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: ^4 K; g: A- ]4 B) I> I DON'T THINK SO
/ P7 U( }! S+ y% ^* ]5 H> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
>
> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
* }& X% p' d4 Q. z' K- e% l- j/ h) S> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
7 D7 l* c1 w/ q6 H1 ]7 m1 S> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
- ^/ @4 r$ \" Y8 f( l> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
- j1 [) {2 H3 R> TO GO HOME
>
> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
  h. p) `# K' r4 f7 @' V9 K> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
>
> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
6 I5 C) c2 X- `2 L; ?' x8 w> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
7 H& ^! A5 t+ m8 u2 J0 F* m> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
1 H0 A9 X' j* u4 i> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
>
' _5 y9 F9 S- W3 x! e- H! k# S> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
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* Q3 h' x& a) S$ y! a* k$ E> SHE REPLIED,
$ Q& P/ U7 U+ b3 b> HELLOOOOO..
5 j& d7 H; R0 Z> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
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6 {+ i0 w! k) H> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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