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A husband is at home watching football
when his wife interrupts, "Honey, could you
fix the light in the hallway? It's been
flickering for weeks now." He looks at her
angrily. "Fix the light. Now? Does it
look like I have an electrician's 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 Hotpoint written
on my forehead? I don't think so!"
"Fine," she says, "then could you 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 the steps, does it look like I have
Woodies DIY 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
and help out. 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 too.
"Honey, how did all this get fixed?"
She replied, "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."
"So what kind of cake did you bake for him?"
She replied, "HELLOOOOO..........DO YOU SEE Martha
Fucking Stewart WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DONT THINK SO!"
when his wife interrupts, "Honey, could you
fix the light in the hallway? It's been
flickering for weeks now." He looks at her
angrily. "Fix the light. Now? Does it
look like I have an electrician's 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 Hotpoint written
on my forehead? I don't think so!"
"Fine," she says, "then could you 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 the steps, does it look like I have
Woodies DIY 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
and help out. 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 too.
"Honey, how did all this get fixed?"
She replied, "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."
"So what kind of cake did you bake for him?"
She replied, "HELLOOOOO..........DO YOU SEE Martha
Fucking Stewart WRITTEN ON MY FOREHEAD?
I DONT THINK SO!"
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