A husband is at home watching the football, when his wife interrupts: 'Honey, could you fix the hall light? It's been flickering for weeks now'.

He looks at her and says, angrily: 'Fix the light?

Now? Does it look like I have City Power printed on my forehead? I don't think so!'

"Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close properly.'

Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Whirlpool written on my forehead? I don't think so!'

'Fine,' she says, 'Well then, could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break up.'

Does it look as though I've got Bunnings written on my forehead? I don't think so. I've had enough of this, I'm going to the pub.'

So, he goes to the pub and drinks until closing time. When he arrives home, he notices the steps are fixed and the light has stopped flickering. He goes to the fridge to get a beer and notices that the fridge door is also fixed.

'Honey, how did all these get fixed?'

'Well,' she said 'When you left, I sat outside and cried.

Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong - so I told him.

He offered to do all the repairs and all I had do was either bake him a cake or have sex with him.'

'So, what kind of cake did you bake him?'

'She replied: 'HELLO!!!..... Do you see Bakers Delight written on my forehead? I don't think so!'

A husband is at home watching the football, when his wife interrupts: 'Honey, could you fix the hall light? It's been flickering for weeks now'.

He looks at her and says, angrily: 'Fix the light?

Now? Does it look like I have City Power printed on my forehead? I don't think so!'

"Well then, could you fix the fridge door? It won't close properly.'

Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Whirlpool written on my forehead? I don't think so!'

'Fine,' she says, 'Well then, could you at least fix the steps to the front door? They are about to break up.'

Does it look as though I've got Bunnings written on my forehead? I don't think so. I've had enough of this, I'm going to the pub.'

So, he goes to the pub and drinks until closing time. When he arrives home, he notices the steps are fixed and the light has stopped flickering. He goes to the fridge to get a beer and notices that the fridge door is also fixed.

'Honey, how did all these get fixed?'

'Well,' she said 'When you left, I sat outside and cried.

Just then a nice young man asked me what was wrong - so I told him.

He offered to do all the repairs and all I had do was either bake him a cake or have sex with him.'

'So, what kind of cake did you bake him?'

'She replied: 'HELLO!!!..... Do you see Bakers Delight written on my forehead? I don't think so!'