Fix the fridge door? Does it look like I have Zanussi 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 Ronseal 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 for a couple of hours. When he arrives home, he notices that the steps are fixed. He goes to the fridge to get a beer and notices that the fridge door is also fixed.
"So how'd this all get fixed?" he asks his wife.
"Well" she says, "when you left, I sat outside and cried. Just then a nice and very handsome 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 sex 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!!"