Sorry for the caps i didn't have time to rewrite it so i just copy and paste.




WHICH WOULD YOU 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 LOOK 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 DAMM 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!