I Don't Think So!

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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!