A HUSBAND IS AT
HOME WATCHING AÂ
FOOTBALL
GAME WHEN HIS WIFE INTERRUPTS,Â
HONEY,Â
COULD YOU FIX THE LIGHT IN THE
HALLWAY?Â
IT'S BEEN
FLICKERING FOR WEEKS NOW.Â
HE LOOKS AT HER AND SAYS
ANGRILY,Â
FIX THE LIGHTS
NOW?Â
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I
HAVEÂ
ELECTRICIAN WRITTEN ON
MY FOREHEAD?
I DON'T THINK SO.Â
FINE,Â
THEN THE WIFE ASKS,Â
WELL THEN, COULD YOU FIX THE
FRIDGE DOOR?Â
IT WON'T CLOSE
RIGHTÂ
TO WHICH HE
REPLIED,Â
FIX THE FRIDGE
DOOR?Â
DOES IT LOOK LIKE I
HAVE WESTINGHOUSEÂ
WRITTEN
ON MY FOREHEAD?Â
I DON'T
THINK SOÂ
FINE, SHE
SAYSÂ
THEN YOU COULD AT
LEAST FIX THE STEPSÂ
TO THE
FRONT DOOR?Â
THEY ARE ABOUT
TO BREAKÂ
I'M NOT A
CARPENTER AND I DON'TÂ
WANT
TO FIX STEPSÂ
HE SAYS, DOES
IT LOOK LIKE I HAVEÂ
LOWE’S WRITTEN ON MY
FOREHEAD?Â
I DON'T THINK
SOÂ
I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF
YOU.Â
I'M GOING TO THE
PUB!!!!Â
SO HE GOES TO
THE PUB AND DRINKS FOR AÂ
COUPLE OF
HOURS.....................Â
HE STARTS TO FEEL GUILTY
ABOUT HOWÂ
HE TREATED HIS
WIFE, AND DECIDESÂ
TO GO
HOMEÂ
AS HE WALKS INTO
THE HOUSE HE NOTICESÂ
THAT
THE STEPS ARE ALREADY FIXED.Â
AS HE ENTERS THE HOUSE , HE
SEES THEÂ
HALL LIGHT IS
WORKINGÂ
AS HE GOES TO
GET A BEER, HE NOTICESÂ
THE
FRIDGE DOOR IS FIXED.Â
HONEY, HE ASKS, HOW'D ALL
THIS GET FIXED?
SHE SAID, WELL, WHEN YOU LEFT I SATÂ
OUTSIDE AND CRIEDÂ
JUST THEN A NICE YOUNG MAN
ASKED MEÂ
WHAT WAS WRONG,
AND I TOLD HIM.Â
HE
OFFERED TO DO ALL THE REPAIRS, ANDÂ
ALL I HAD TO DO WAS EITHERÂ
GO TO BED WITH HIM OR BAKE A
CAKE.Â
HE SAID,Â
SO WHAT KIND OF CAKE DID YOU
BAKE?Â
SHE REPLIED,Â
HELLOOOOO..Â
DO YOU SEEÂ SARA LEEÂ WRITTENÂ
ON MY FOREHEAD?Â
I DON'T THINK SO!Â