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 
ENERGEX 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 
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. 

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!