Cake or ................

[black as]

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?
DO YOU SEE
WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD "ELECTRICIAN"
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
BUNNINGS 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. :my:

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 SARA
LEE WRITTEN
ON
MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO!

[calaiscruzer]

hahaha good1

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nice lol..