A husband is at home watching the football, when his wife interrupts:
“Honey, could you fix the light in the hallway? It’s been flickering forweeks now”.

He looks at her and says angrily: “Fix the light? Now? Does it look like I have a Yorkshire Electric logo 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 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.”
“Does it look like I’ve got B&Q 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 that the steps are fixed, and the light is no longer flickering. He goes to the fridge to get a beer and notices that the
fridge door is also fixed. “Honey, how’d this all get fixed?”

“Well” she says, “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 to do was bake him a cake OR have s*x with him.”

“So, what kind of cake did you bake him?”, he asked.

She replied: “HELLO!!!… Do you see Mr. Kipling written on my forehead? I don’t think so!”