ruirui
07-30-04, 06:06 PM
My bro forward this joke to me.. just thought I share this.. enjoy~
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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 A G.E. 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 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'RE ABOUT TO BREAK.
>
> I'M NOT A DAMN 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 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 BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
>
> I DON'T THINK SO!
_______________________________________________________________________________
> 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 A G.E. 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 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'RE ABOUT TO BREAK.
>
> I'M NOT A DAMN 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 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 BETTY CROCKER WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
>
> I DON'T THINK SO!