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>This woman could never get her husband to do anything around the
>house. He would come home from work, sit in front of the tv, eat dinner, and
>sit some more--would never do those little household repairs that most
>husbands take care of. This frustrated the woman quite a bit.  One day the
>toilet stopped up. When her husband got home, she said sweetly, "Honey, the
>toilet is clogged. Would you look at it?" Her husband snarled, "What do I
>like? The tidy-bowl man?" and sat down on the sofa.
>     The next day, the garbage disposal wouldn't work. When her husband got
>home, she said, very nicely, "Honey, the disposal won't work. Would you
try to
>fix it for me?"
>     Once again, he growled, "What do I look like? Mr. Plumber?" The next
>the washing machine was on the blink. When her husband got home, she steeled
>her courage and said, "Honey, the washer isn't running.  Would you check
on it?"
>     And again was met with a snarl, "What do I look like? The Maytag
>repairman?"  Finally, she had had enough. The next morning, the woman called
>three repairmen to fix the toilet, the garbage disposal, and the washer. When
>her husband got home, she said, "Honey, I had the repairmen out today."  He
>frowned, "Well, how much is that going to cost?"
>     "Well, honey, they all said I could pay them by baking them a cake or
>having sex with them."
>     "Well, what kind of cakes did you bake them?" he asked.
>     She smiled. "What do I look like? Betty Crocker?"

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