cake or bed

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A  HUSBAND IS AT HOME WATCHING A
FOOTBALL GAME WHEN HIS WIFE  INTERRUPTS,

HONEY,
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE  HALLWAY?
IT'S BEEN FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.

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.

FINE,

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?
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE  WESTINGHOUSE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK  SO

FINE, SHE SAYS
THEN YOU COULD AT LEAST FIX THE  STEPS
TO THE FRONT DOOR?
THEY ARE ABOUT TO BREAK

I'M  NOT A CARPENTER AND I DON'T
WANT TO FIX STEPS
HE SAYS, DOES IT  LOOK LIKE I HAVE
HOME DEPOT WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T  THINK SO
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.
I'M GOING TO THE  PUB!!!!

SO HE GOES TO THE PUB AND DRINKS FOR A
COUPLE OF  HOURS..................................

HE STARTS TO FEEL  GUILTY ABOUT HOW
HE TREATED HIS WIFE, AND DECIDES
TO GO  HOME

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

AS HE GOES TO GET A BEER, HE  NOTICES
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

JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN ASKED ME
WHAT WAS WRONG,  AND I TOLD HIM.

HE OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, AND
ALL  I HAD TO DO WAS EITHER
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A  CAKE.

HE SAID,
SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU  BAKE?

SHE REPLIED,
HELLOOOOO..
DO YOU SEE BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?


I  DON'T THINK SO!