Bed or Cake

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A HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
- P# Q9 Z: z  K" J$ Q6 v> FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,
>
' [3 c6 P! a4 R# Z7 p0 U  e> HONEY,
6 N: d/ T) ^9 D9 T2 x' M> COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE HALLWAY?
> IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.
>
/ q+ |2 n- F' [; k# o8 @) b> HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS ANGRILY,
> FIX THE LIGHTS NOW?
> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> GE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO.
>
0 y6 g  T' ]$ T: [) c  r4 a> FINE,
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% v5 I4 V8 w8 e) U; D& X* |# G' k> THEN THE WIFE ASKS,
* [$ G% E+ b& n: K9 g( ~6 |> WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
> IT WON'T CLOSE RIGHT
>
/ u% z% y8 `$ i/ |/ e> TO WHICH HE REPLIED,
; R$ c$ ]9 P4 c3 y$ R) N8 H4 U0 t( e> FIX THE FRIDGE DOOR?
/ k3 i0 ?( w! W+ A> DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WESTINGHOUSE
6 f& e' _8 _1 ^, ?3 _7 x> WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
: Z" D; i( y4 }( E/ P6 Y> I DON'T THINK SO
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> FINE, SHE SAYS
> THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE STEPS
, v, ]3 S/ {- @7 S3 [> TO THE FRONT DOOR?
7 Y+ I: j1 y& @9 P> THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK
>
- m. Z4 f8 ]& }' k' v' H> I'M NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
5 R! Z& C* X* M- `. J> WANT TO FIX STEPS
" x" K0 M0 n+ R. `> HE SAYS, DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE
> ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
> I DON'T THINK SO
$ c8 T' r( T: v! x> I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
: y% o" K8 }" C4 _6 n/ k> I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!
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> SO HE GOES TO THE BAR AND DRINKS FOR A
* `3 G  h7 M; d% t# ^* W; @> COUPLE OF HOURS...............................
>
/ j) L2 b; L0 O1 E+ X> HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT HOW
  \, h6 T6 C4 W+ s& x$ j. v> HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
+ v( D3 n: S" z% S> TO GO HOME
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> AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES
> THAT THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.
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3 G4 }$ D$ ~. Y$ K! l& q' b& P6 B> AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE SEES THE
4 B! Q# o# M3 Z, z7 q& H> HALL LIGHT IS WORKING
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> AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE NOTICES
> THE FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.
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8 v; W1 D! h, T3 P! T; W* g> HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL THIS GET FIXED?
> SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SAT
2 I* n) w1 t4 b> OUTSIDE AND CRIED.
>
5 V3 G9 u% T) \> JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
> WHAT WAS WRONG, AND I TOLD HIM.
>
- l( ^+ t' Z& _5 m' t6 e> HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
> ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
9 P; S2 s2 r0 X% t" R9 F; L> GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A CAKE.
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> HE SAID,
> SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU BAKE?
>
> SHE REPLIED,
> HELLOOOOO..
2 x' K; W) Z. f( R! o> DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
> ON MY FOREHEAD?
9 d$ U: h# k+ n8 M> I DON'T THINK SO!

失落的我

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