and the roof is fixed. So is the plumbing.
So is the car. He asks his wife what happened. “Oh, I had a handyman come in and fix them,” she says.
“Great! How much is that going to cost me?” he snarls.
Wife says: “Nothing. He said he’d do it for free if I either baked him a cake or slept with him.” “Uh, well, what kind of cake did you make?” asks the his wife.
“What do I look like,” she says, “Betty Crocker?”