A wife comes home and turns on the lights. ¿They flicker.
“Honey,” she asks, “can you fix this light switch?” The husband replies, “What do I look like, an electrician?”
The husband then goes to the bar, and when he returns home the lights are working fine. “Who fixed it?” he asks his wife.
The wife replies, “I asked the neighbor, and he said he’d do it for either a blow job or a baked cake.”
The husband asks, “Well, what kind of cake did you bake him?”
The wife calmly answers, “Who do I look like, Betty Crocker?”