cake or bed

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CAKE OR

BED

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
ACE HARDWARE WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?


I DON'T THINK SO
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOU.


I'M GOING TO THE BAR!!!!

SO HE GOES

TO THE BAR 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.