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WHICH WOULD U CHOOSE? 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 LIGHT, NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE AN ELECTRICIANS LOGO
> PRINTED ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!"
>
> 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 HOTPOINT 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'RE
> ABOUT TO BREAK."
>
> "I'M NOT A DAMN CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX THE STEPS", HE
> SAYS. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WOODIES DIY 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 AND
> HELP OUT. AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES 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 HIM?"
>
> SHE REPLIED,
>
> "HELLOOOOO.......DO YOU SEE MR KIPLING WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I
> DON'T THINK SO!"
>
> 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 LIGHT, NOW? DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE AN ELECTRICIANS LOGO
> PRINTED ON MY FOREHEAD? I DON'T THINK SO!"
>
> 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 HOTPOINT 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'RE
> ABOUT TO BREAK."
>
> "I'M NOT A DAMN CARPENTER AND I DON'T WANT TO FIX THE STEPS", HE
> SAYS. "DOES IT LOOK LIKE I HAVE WOODIES DIY 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 AND
> HELP OUT. AS HE WALKS INTO THE HOUSE HE NOTICES 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 HIM?"
>
> SHE REPLIED,
>
> "HELLOOOOO.......DO YOU SEE MR KIPLING WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD? I
> DON'T THINK SO!"
